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Holy shit.

It was her.

The girl I’d spent the entire night fantasizing about. The woman I thought of as I stroked my cock, wondering if I’d ever see the same bright-blue eyes again. She stood in the coffee shop I came to after every single practice. It was fucking her.

What were the chances I’d see her two days in a row? It must’ve been the world’s way of saying thank you for putting up with the team last night at the dinner.

This had to be a sign. What were the odds she was the new employee here? She eyed me with no recollection of who I was, which had to mean she didn’t know me from yesterday, but I knew the moment I laid eyes on her deep-blue orbs that she was…mine.

Fuck, why was that my first thought?

She wasn’t mine. I didn’t know anything about her.

Be. Fucking. Cool. Her dark eyelashes fluttered as she continued to stare at me. Goddamn, she stood right in front of me.

My heart pounded in my chest, a jarring echo of the past. Like that game last year when my knee gave out. As I’d hit the ice, the numbness in my leg wreaked havoc in my body, but it was nothing compared to this moment, when I felt frozen in place over a girl I never expected to see again.

Holy shit.