Playing With Love by Ava Thorpe

Author:Ava Thorpe [Thorpe, Ava]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Ava Thorpe
Published: 2017-12-09T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

Ash

The next few days flew by in a haze full of Cam, and Ash couldn’t be happier. Things weren’t exactly like they were four years ago, but Ash never expected that. In a way, they were almost better. They’d both grown up, and Ash loved exploring the parts of Cam that were changed by distance and time.

He’d never thought that he’d be able to have this again. It was like a dream, and Ash never wanted to wake up from it. It was the little things Ash loved. Sure, the sex was great. It always was between them. It was everything else, though, that made Ash’s stomach flutter. He loved cooking with Cam, loved lying on the couch with him watching shitty television. He loved coming home after a long day in the rink, knowing Cam was right there with him, in bed together, wrapped all around him.

Things weren’t perfect, but it was a near thing, and Ash wanted to frame every memory he had with Cam in his head.

“You ever get tired of eating the same thing over and over?” Tristan asked, and it brought Ash out of his reverie.

He looked down at his plate of chicken and pasta, his brows furrowing into a knot. “Uh, no? What’s wrong with chicken and pasta? It’s the perfect pre-game meal,” Ash said, maybe a little defensively.

“Hey, I’m not judging,” Tristan said, showing his own plate of chicken and pasta. “I was just wondering. Sometimes I think if I don’t eat this exact meal before going on the ice, my game is gonna go to shit. It makes no fucking sense, but I do it anyway. I eat the same thing before every game.”

Ash nodded. He knew that feeling. He tried not to be mired in superstitions when it came to hockey, but hockey players in general were a superstitious bunch. Ash wasn’t really any different, if he was being honest. Like Tristan, he ate the exact same thing before every game. He put on his gear in the exact same way every time—left skate first, then right skate.

His phone rang, before he could think any more of it. Patting Tristan on the shoulder, he leapt off his chair, answering his phone.

“Ashley, good. I’m glad I caught you.”

It was his dad, and Ash readied himself for another terse conversation about his game. “Hey Dad. I was just eating.”

“Good, good. Make sure you’re getting in enough protein. You don’t want to lose energy while you’re on the ice,” his dad lectured. Ash fought the urge to roll his eyes. Of course he knew to eat enough protein before a game. He was a professional hockey player, for fuck’s sake.

Instead, he said, “I am. Chicken and pasta, like always.”

“Are you ready for your game later? The goalie for Los Angeles has been playing well. They’re not going to be easy to play against,” his dad said.

Ash knew that much. He did tape review on the LA team with Cam the day before, trying to find holes in their goalie’s game.

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