Hockey Lessons | Taylor & Leonie
Taylor fished a few old sticks and a pair of skates out of the trunk of his Range Rover, already feeling giddy from the fact that he’d be seeing Leonie in a few minutes. In truth, he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about their interaction a few days back since it happened. Sure, Leonie was sexy, but so were a lot of girls that he met once, fucked, and then never saw or cared to see again. But for whatever reason, this was different. Probably because very few women made him work for it, probably because very few women were actually completely oppositional to the idea of being with him, but also because of something he couldn’t quite identify, but was dead set on figuring out. Either way, he knew that he wanted more of her, and he’d do anything to get it. Even entertain her kid brother on his day off.
Locking up his car, Taylor made sure to grab the Bruins jersey and game used puck he had packed specifically for the occasion, anticipating the fact that Leonie’s younger brother Jonathan would probably want them, and hopefully gaining brownie points with his sister in the process. The outdoor rink was thankfully, conspicuously empty for a Saturday afternoon in mid-November, allowing more of a one-on-one situation for him, Leonie and Jonathan which was certainly preferable to getting mobbed by a bunch of kids during impromptu hockey tips. Anxiously, Taylor bounced a few shots off the pipes while he waited, praying to God that he wasn’t getting stood up once the pair became a few minutes late. That was until a car pulled up and a kid that somewhat resembled Leonie immediately booked it out of the back seat. “Hey, you two!” he shouted from the rink, giving a welcoming wave. “You must be Jonathan, it’s great to meet you, man!” the hockey player added, fist bumping the kid when he reached him, Leonie following slowly behind. “Hey Len,” he smiled slyly. “Still tired?”
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