The Backhand

It was two weeks after Kris had left with the team from New York and Anna woke up on this bright morning sprawled out in a four-post, king sized bed. She lazily slid her eyes over to the other side, where the sheets were neatly tucked in and a white piece of hotel stationary was on the pillow in handwriting familiar to Anna. Anna was written on the outside. She smiled. It was so like him to leave her a note...Kris never left notes. He didn't leave a note two weeks ago when he left town.

I'm at morning skate, when I get back how about we go get brunch and I tell you about the dream I had last night? Love,-

Anna's phone chirped on the nightstand on the other side of the bed and she laid the note back on the bed and rolled over. It was Naomi. PLANS TODAY? Anna considered the note, then replied, YES, STUDYING ALL DAY. I'M A BIT BEHIND IN A COUPLE CLASSES. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and sat up in the bed. She smiled when she saw a rope and a towel set out on the chair next to her.

Thirty minutes later Anna was dressed in one of the outfits she had packed two nights before and arranged her hair to look less like the mess it had originally been that morning. She slid on a layer of Chapstick when the hotel room door opened. Anna turned to grab her purse when she felt two arms sneak around her. The feeling of facial hair scratching against her neck as she was peppered with kisses made her eyes roll back in her head. "You shouldn't do that, or we won't make it to brunch before we have to leave for the game tonight." Anna mumbled.

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By five o'clock Anna was leaving the hotel room. Her forest green sweater fit perfectly over her leather-like leggings. Her small, black quilted purse and her boots tied everything together perfectly. The thing was with him was that she never had to make herself look ultra-enticing to begin with; one time he had surprised her at home when she had on no makeup and sweats and he had taken her straight to the bedroom. Nevertheless, Anna liked to treat him, so underneath the outfit was a red bra and panty set that she couldn't wait for him to see. Her mind wandered...Sex with Kris was intense, always needy and physical. Just physical. She didn't have to be like that with him.

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Anna's seat was directly behind the away bench. Her heart thudded in her chest, she always got excited to watch him play. Her phone sounded off a message and Anna knew who it was before she looked.

ARE YOU COMING OVER FOR THE GAME? Naomi asked.

NO, SORRY, STILL BURIED IN WORK. I'LL WATCH FROM MY PLACE AND TEXT?

I GUESS... :( Anna frowned. She hated making Naomi feel abandoned, but there was no way in hell she was going to tell her best friend about this guy. She hated the thought, but Anna knew there was a solid chance she was in love with this one. Doubt was in her mind because she regularly enjoyed sex with other guys, including Kris, and she knew he was no saint himself...but she could see it.

Warm ups began and Anna couldn't help herself but smile when he took the ice. There was an energy that passed between them when he skated past Anna. She knew in that moment they were winning this game. I HAVE A GOOD FEELING ABOUT THIS ONE. Anna sent to Naomi. Her best friend was a huge fan of her hometown team that's visiting New York this weekend.

GOD I HOPE SO.

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They won 5-3 and Anna sent directions for him: MEET ME OUT HERE AND WE CAN TAKE MY CAR. Like clock work, his perfect head appeared with that classic grin of his, "Are you ready?" Anna smiled wickedly at him, "God I hope so."

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