The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 17

Third Person

There was a moment of hesitation as Timothy marched down the dark street. He’d passed them in a hurry, making sure to bump into Evie’s little “friend” on the way out. However, he felt his pace begin to slow.

He cast a glance over his shoulder and saw Lucas heading in the opposite direction. It seemed he had parted ways with Evie and her other friend. He was leaning against the front of a convenience store, typing on his phone.

Timothy paused, feeling his emotions bubble back to the surface as the other man grinned at his phone screen. It could have been Evie on the other end, sending. him flirtatious texts. With how shameless they were in public, Timothy couldn’t. help but fear what happened in private.

That thought alone made him halt his stride. He turned and started walking toward Lucas, cursing himself as he did. The other had been very glib with him, careless even in how he acted.

Eventually, Timothy caught up to Lucas, which seemed to catch the other man by surprise. With a smile, Lucas tucked his phone away and nodded in greeting.

“Timothy, hello!” said Lucas. He looked Timothy up and down and quirked an eyebrow. “What seems to be the problem?”

“I was just wondering about you and Evie,” Timothy said warily. “When did you two meet? Evie seemed so busy that I didn’t think she was…taken.”

“Oh, my Evie!” Lucas chuckled, his bright smile almost cruel. “We began our time as classmates. After a while, we decided to get serious about our relationship.”

Timothy clenched his jaw. “She’s never mentioned you.”

“We were going long–distance for a while. Kind of put a strain between us, but now I’m back. We’ve been going strong ever since.”

“Oh.” Timothy looked away, unable to face Lucas. He tried to focus on the crack in the sidewalk where a few tufts of grass had broken through. “I see. What do you like about her?”

Lucas looked to the sky, a dreamy look in his eyes. “Where to start. She’s the cutest

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girl I’ve ever met. Smoking‘ hot body too!”

The words hit Timothy like a punch to the gut. Lucas had no filter at all, describing her that way. He felt his hands curl into fists as the other man chattered on about Evie.

“And those lips of hers are really something, all soft and kissable. Don’t get me started on that curvaceous waist. Ugh, I can hardly keep my hands off her half the time,” Lucas gushed, running a hand through his fluffy hair.

Timothy could feel the blood rushing to his head and his throat constricting as he forced down a frustrated growl. It seemed to be all physical with Lucas, as though Evie’s personality

didn’t factor in at all. He wondered what she saw in him that was so worth it, that is

even showed his true self

smile on his face. If Timothy didn’t know any better, he would say that the other was provoking him

eyes landed on his watch, and he flashed Timothy a smile.

checked the

necessarily feel tired.

the on his own phone, realizing that it was already

his chin as the other man looked upon him curiously. It

Timothy couldn’t pinpoint why.

you’re this big star with

tone in the other man’s voice. It didn’t take long for him to switch back to his more relaxed nature. He started backing away,

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time.” Lucas winked, then turned and walked to the end of the

the serenity of it could engulf him, he folded his arms over his chest and began the short walk

during a game. This was usually a time where he could be most at peace, having nothing but the thought of

puck as it slid from player to player. It usually gave him a rush of adrenaline, as

it usually did. Instead of the vicious determination that often pushed him during a game, he was led on by a consuming anger. He couldn’t shake the image of

kissing without a care in the world. Lucas could brag all he wanted about how it felt to be with Evie, but Timothy had lived that reality for a brief period before he

“Timothy, watch it!”

back into the game. Before he could correct himself, he found an opposing player right by his side, ready to snatch the puck from him. Timothy growled,

game. Timothy cursed under his breath, stopping as the referee charged in his direction. His opponent

him.

himself taken off the ice for a short time–out in the penalty

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play any way you want out there. There are rules and regulations for

who was seated on one of the benches. “One more foul like that

already planned on dismissing himself. That was

back at his usual bar. His best friend, David, was, seated beside him, chugging down his sangria. Timothy wanted to end the night

will be other games,” David said, his tired eyes fixated on the neon sign above the bar. “It’s

warm hand on his back. When he turned, he found an

about buying me a drink?” Her long nails trailed along his arm, raising

the special. As he prepared her drink, the woman hopped onto the seat beside Timothy

meet too many handsome

at least you didn’t have to

closer to him. When her hand landed on his upper thigh, he lost some of the buzz he’d gotten from his drink. Thankfully, the