Chapter 3-This Lonely Road
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Words. Words would be an excellent start to replying to the man in front of me. Preferably, a simple greeting would suffice. But even though I had a degree in English, read more than about 90% of people, and prided myself on my verbose vocabulary, not a single word came out of my mouth.
I blinked, hard, pinching my side through my jacket. "Hey, Timo! So sorry, driving really tired me out." I finally, finally responded. "No worries, C." He chuckled again, shaking his head slightly. Shit, did he think I was just another dumb blonde? No, he was too sweet for that. But continuing the conversation would definitely make sure he didn't believe that.
"Thanks again for housing me, for now. I promise I'll do the dishes, I'll help pay rent and I'll get a job to move out as soon as I can." I explained, determined not to be a pest in his hair for too long. "Hey, there's no rush at all. Genuinely, you don't have to pay any rent, dishes aren't a big deal and don't rush to move out. Your life was just upturned, the least I can offer is a bit of stability right now." He smiled gently.
Was this man determined to make me cry?
"Thank you, Meier. It means a lot. Truly." "C'mon, C, we're known each other long enough. You can call me Timo."
I swallowed, knowing that if I started calling him Timo, my crush would turn into me actually realising that I had the fattest feelings for this man.
"Alright, Timo. Thanks again." He nodded, smiling and handing me the keys. "There's a deadbolt above the door handle, and a security code. It's 1928, but I texted it to you just in case." "Great, thanks!" I grinned in return, hoping my nervous sweating wouldn't expose me like it was prone to do. Timo smiled again, "I'll see you at home, Charli girl." And he skated off to continue practicing.
————————-*Timo's POV*—————————
Those blue eyes. Those godforsaken blue eyes. Why the fuck had I agreed to this again?
It wasn't anything against Charli. It was the fact that since I met her, I hadn't been able to stop thinking about her. I hooked up with a few girls here and there to simply scratch an itch, but every time I came, I had to hold back from moaning her name. Ever since Nico introduced me to her at the Halloween party all those years ago, she has infiltrated my mind since. And she wasn't even wearing anything insanely revealing. I mean, she was gorgeous and hot as hell, of course, but I found peace in her soul. Her presence, her demeanour, her voice. Her whip-quick brain and empathetic heart was what attracted me. I could be blind, and Charli would still be the most gorgeous woman in the world to me.
Now that she would be living in my apartment, meaning I would see her all the time, hear her showering, learn her little habits, I was so fucked. How was I ever supposed to let the feelings I had for Charli dissipate if I just invited her to invade my space?
But fuck me, I wanted her to invade my space. I wanted her to become my space. I wanted to walk into my bathroom and find her hair ties on the sink counter, see her toothbrush sitting next to mine in the holder. I wanted to wake up next to her, running my fingers through her golden blonde hair before moving them lower, lower, making her scream my name and come all over my hand. I wanted to-
"Meier, quit daydreaming and try to shoot the puck, will ya?" Keefe shouted and I snapped out of my head.
I began flicking all the pucks in front of me right into the goal, past Markstrom's legs, slap shooting them into center of the goal every fucking time.
I was extremely, so utterly and irrevocably, fucked.