Sequel: Living Our Dreams ›
Daydreamer
He had dark, shaggy hair and a tall, muscular build. He seemed just slightly familiar. More his build than his face, I would of remembered a face like that. Plus, in the NHL all guys had a build like that.
"Who are you?" It came out a bit harsher than I planned it to be, but he said nothing of it.
"I should be asking you that." He replied, "No fans in the locker room, especially little puck bunnies,"
I glanced at his shirt. A black undershirt with a little B in the corner. Ah fuck. A Bruin.
© I'm sure you can tell the difference as to what I own and what I do not own. Thanks - alpha.
"Who are you?" It came out a bit harsher than I planned it to be, but he said nothing of it.
"I should be asking you that." He replied, "No fans in the locker room, especially little puck bunnies,"
I glanced at his shirt. A black undershirt with a little B in the corner. Ah fuck. A Bruin.
© I'm sure you can tell the difference as to what I own and what I do not own. Thanks - alpha.
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- epilogue.