Cody I’m having difficulty keeping my eyes open, am I tired or what? I just don’t think in the last seventy-two hours I’ve had much shut eye. Last night I got a couple of hours in, the thing was with Immi sleeping curled into me it was difficult to control myself. My dick wanted to spring into action as her chest rose and fell against mine, her soft skin as I stroked it and her long dark eyelashes fanning her cheeks, Man it took all my resolve not to slip my hand between her legs and wake her up some. Naturally, I didn’t. She has so much to do for opening night and I know she has been as drained as I was during our month’s separation. Our flight was uneventful, most of the team slept, it’s an early call half five in the morning but we landed about an hour ago, our bus has collected us needless to say the airport was jammed with supporters who literally follow our every game. There are fans and then there are the die hards, I never knew what all those hockey players before me went thr
Cody I psyche myself up for the game, we’ve gotten the press bits and paps out of the way. It went okay, not too many questions about me and the baby. Thank goodness. In fact, they were all pretty professional this time round and were focusing on the games, our stats and how far we’ve come. We discussed Atlas and I being drafted and how we’re now feeling about it, that we’re just a few weeks away from leaving Minnesota for Dallas. What can I say? I’ve just got back with my girl and now I feel like I’m being torn away from her. Literally, like my arm is being torn off. There isn’t anything I can do about it; my management team have signed me a two-year contract and I have to suck it up and Man up about it. We’re all in the locker rooms in various states of undress, coach comes in and our manager. “Right guys, you’ve done an amazing job to get us to the semifinals. We’re proud of you, in all my years as a coach I’ve not come across a team as strong and bonded as you guys. You’ve got t
Imogen“Do you want some popcorn for the game?” Mom asks as she busies herself in the kitchen. I swear my mom spends her entire life either in the kitchen or the garden. I’m just kidding she does do a lot for charity and helps out at the retirement home too. She certainly is a busy woman and has more engagements than my pop has with his firm.“Yes please, Mom.” I shout out as I slip into my fluffy pink slippers thinking it sure is going to be weird when I’m not living at home anymore. It’ll be even stranger living on my own, in New York I had a flat share with three other girls. I’ve already told you they were models so you can imagine all the paraphernalia in the bathroom, make up, shampoos, conditioners, face masks, lotions and potions, nail polishes everywhere. Clothes hanging up after showers for the wrinkles to die out in the steam.Yes, my own space will be so welcome, but I will miss having mom and dad around me and all this care and home cooking. “Coming right up, Honey. Go si
Cody WTF, I’ve just glanced up to the box don’t ask my why. It is a habit having had Immi at my games and searching out her amazing smile and the way she claps when I score and waves that cute damn wave of hers. Only, I’m seeing Luna standing up clapping as I scored the last goal, I say I couldn’t do this on my own. I rely heavily on my wingmen and on Atlas to help get the goal set up. But that woman is jumping up and down and is she wearing my jersey? Holy fucking shit, she is wearing my jersey. That woman has no right, absolutely no damn right to be wearing anything that is remotely connected to and what is she holding. Someone drown me right now. There is a camera practically in her face as she waves something around in the air. “Fuck, Man. Are you seeing this?” Atlas says as he skates towards me. I nod, seething. “She’s going to be on every tv screen in the US. Immi will be watching; it’s going to kill her.” He says. Like I don’t know that already only I’m miles away from the g
Imogen“Oh, Immi they’ve won isn’t that amazing and they’re saying that Cody is a record breaker and will go in the Hall of Fame. That’s marvellous.” My mom is saying, whilst my dad claps away. Of course he is ecstatic, his son, my brother, Atlas has done good too.And whereas I really want to be overjoyed for them, which of course I am, truly I am. A part of me is hurting so bad seeing Luna in the box and holding up a tiny baby grow thing that matches Cody’s jersey. It sickens me to my stomach that she is there. I feel like I could easily vomit, and beads of sweat are on my forehead.“Are you okay, honey you look as pale as a ghost?” Mom asks and touches my head. “You’re all warm, Immi what’s wrong.” Concern evident in her voice.“Nothing, nothing. I’m fine.” Did they not both just see the camera on Luna’s face and the whole spectacle for the world to see? Or are they trying to ignore it? I mean, after all they have no idea that I am back with Cody at the moment.And who invited her
ImogenI lay on my bed now changed into my yellow pajamas with daisies on them, they’re my go2 and comfort pjs. I settle back under the duvet resting on the pillows behind me and dare to look at my mobile with my heart in my mouth. Least ways, that is how it feels. My mouth is dry, and my stomach is churning. It’s the dread of not knowing what he is going to have to say that has prevented me from checking as soon as I got to my room.Oh, no. Instead, I brushed my teeth, brushed my hair, and got changed and now and only now, do I have the mobile in front of me. I’m scared in case he tells me that he is going to go with Luna and be one big happy family, I’m scared of how I will feel if this is the case. Damn it, I have no choice I need to read them. The fact that he walked away from the interview tells me he is desperate to get hold of me.I press in my code to unlock my mobile and start to read.Hey darlin’ how are you doing? I guess not so great. I know you were watching the game at h
Cody “You can’t just walk off an interview like that. What the hell are you thinking?” Coach is not happy with me. “You are the top of your game; you need to handle yourself with more professionalism. I want an explanation. For Christ’s sake, you just won the semi-finals, you’re in the history books for your plays, what has got into you?” I huff and fold my arms in front of my chest. “Luna is what’s gotten into me. I want to know why she was here and why she was in the private area without anyone telling me or even asking me. What kind of shit show is this?” I am fuming. Of course I am. At least I have messaged with Immi and from the sound of it, we are still good. Just, I should imagine, because my heart is on thin strings knowing that she could easily break. Afterall, this is the reason she called it quits in the first place. And I cannot lose her again. If it means I have to walk away, then that is precisely what I will do. Nothing is coming between her and I. Listen, I swear to G
Imogen I’m standing in the flat above the restaurant, it looks amazing with freshly painted walls, my bookcase up and some furniture I found with dad at the local thrift store. I’ve opted for a bohemian look and am so in love with my new space, in particular the patchwork look two-seater sofa and matching chair. Throwing myself down on it, I smile. Yes, the whole darn business with Luna at the rink is still at the forefront of my mind and the worry that Cody will change his mind but right now, I’m too ecstatic about having my own place finally, to even let that disturb me. That and Cody is coming back home later today. I’ve already told my folks that I am staying over at my apartment from tonight. Dad is brining my already packed clothes over and I’ve been bringing my vast collection of books over each time I came to do work at the restaurant and the apartment. I am looking forward to sorting them all out, they’ve been in boxes far too long since I left New York and I’ll also be bri