Who Wouldn't Want To Be Me

I pulled away roughly, my eyes wide with this realization. Jordan pulled back, not sure what had happened.

“Oh my God, Jordan what if I got—” I couldn’t finish the sentence and Jordan raised an eyebrow.

“What? Sorry I don’t…” suddenly his eyes widened and he groaned, dropping his forehead to my collarbone.

“Fuck… I never even thought…”

“I didn’t either,” I admitted, feeling awful. I wanted this to happen, I really did, but if I got pregnant… goodbye hockey career.

“Shit, Cam I’m so sorry babe, it never even crossed my mind… I mean, it did, but not… not that you wouldn’t be able to play,” he whispered, and I buried my fingers in his hair, leaning my head against his as we both breathed heavily.

“I know, Jordy I’m so sorry… I wouldn’t have let things get—”

“No – none of that, it’s not your fault babe. Don’t worry about it,” he insisted, before kissing me softly.

“You sure Jordy? I feel awful right now, you have no idea,” I whispered, and he grinned.
“I’ll be fine Cam, the whole blue balls and falling off thing is just a myth,” he teased, and my face probably turned bright red. He flopped onto the mattress beside me before pulling me into his side and cuddling up. He reached one long arm down and pulled the covers up as well, before nuzzling his face against mine, his breath still uneven.

“Nap?” he suggested a few moments later, and I nodded, yawning. Flying out here and spending about two hours in the vehicle had tired me out.

“Yup. Sounds good Jordy,” I whispered, and kissed his neck before closing my eyes.