21
Olivia
When I got to Josh’s apartment last night, I was just so fucking exhausted.
I felt terrible after practically promising sex to him all night, and then not being in the mood five minutes later.
After I told him what had happened, he didn't even question it though. He’s such an amazing man.
He ran me a bubble bath with candles and fancy incense that I don't even have, and let me stay in for as long as I wanted.
After, he put a movie on in the living area, got blankets and popcorn, and we stayed there all night, cuddling on the couch.
He’s making me breakfast before he has to go to practice. The apartment is filled with the smell of coffee and bacon. My mouth waters at the smell.
I’m in Josh’s room, getting changed into the spare clothes I gave him to keep at his place, for times like this.
I haven’t been back since Ryan fucked it all up the first time.
I didn’t want to run into him again, because I knew he couldn't keep his mouth shut.
Also, with a few guys from the hockey team living in the same building, it just felt too risky.
But, I knew I'd be back here eventually, so spare clothes were always a must.
I have them everywhere that I frequent, which lately, isn't many places. There’s a pair of leggings and a top in my car, and a black pantsuit in my office. You never know when you will need to change clothes. I don’t have any at Sasha’s place, but I just steal her clothes when I’m there.
The thought of her has my stomach dropping, and my heart physically hurts.
We never fight. Not even a small argument.
I don’t know what the hell is going on with her, but the longer she delays in telling me, the more anxious I get.
I checked my phone as soon as I woke up this morning, but I haven't heard from her. I tried calling her too, but it went straight to voicemail. I just really hope that she’s okay.
Pulling fresh socks over my feet, I hear the sound of the front door opening along with faint voices. I rush to the bedroom door, shutting it as quietly as I can. Pressing my ear against it, straining to hear who could be at Josh’s door.
“I need to talk to you about something before training. It’s fucking eating at my brain.” I don’t recognize the guy’s voice.
“Can we talk about it later?” Josh asks the man in his kitchen.
“No, Cap. We can’t. I fear my brain will explode over your… Oh, is that bacon?” the guy asks.
“Hands off.” Josh scolds. I can just picture him slapping the guy’s hand away.
“I’ll be quick, okay? But, first, I need to piss. Knight has been throwing up in my toilet all morning, and I swear if I don't go now, I'll be pissing all over your floor.” It’s only when the voice travels closer to me that I realize that it’s Conor.
Panic floods me, and I run around the room like a headless chicken, trying to find somewhere, anywhere to hide.
The fucking size of this room and I can’t find even one small corner to hide in.
Even the bed is facing the door and there’s no room under it to hide.
I’m being such a bitch right now. He won’t even come in here.
He’s gonna use the bathroom down the hall, go back to the kitchen, and hopefully Josh can kick him out.
But, what if he does come in here? My stomach churns at that thought. What would he do if he saw me? I like Conor, I really do, but can I trust him that he wouldn't tell anyone about us? I don't know.
If I don’t get out of here soon, I’ll be late for work. The only clothes I gave Josh to keep here for me are baggy sweats and oversized t-shirts, and I cannot go into work looking like this, so I need to swing by my place to change.
It feels like I’ve been stuck here, staring at the door, forever, but realistically, it’s only been like two minutes.
Finally, I hear the toilet flush in the next room, along with hearing Conor’s footsteps in the hall.
I barely breathe, nervousness and anticipation swirling through me.
Just when I think I have the all clear, I hear Conor call out to Josh, “Hey, Cap, I’m just gonna grab a hoodie from your room.
” Fuck. Fuck. Fuck! I spin so he can’t see my face as the door swings open.
“It’s fucking freezing in here,” comes from Conor, at the same time that Josh shouts, “No, no, no!”
“Shit, sorry!” Conor calls when he looks into the room, slamming the door shut. It’s fine. I don’t think he saw my face. I spun around before the door was fully open. It’ll be fine.
I hear the door slowly open again, creaking loudly. It felt like it was in slow motion. Maybe it was. I have no idea because I’m still facing the wall. “Olliepop?” Fuck.