The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 30

Timothy’s jaw tightened, his disappointment evident. “I understand. I just… I care about you, and seeing you in so much stress, it’s hard not to want to help. But I’ll back off.”

As I looked into his eyes, I saw a warmth and affection that made my heart ache. “I’m sorry, Timothy,” I said, my voice trembling with sincerity. “I should have been more open about that with you. I appreciate your care, though. Really.”

Timothy’s shoulders relaxed, and a small smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “It’s no problem at all.”

The tension slowly began to ebb away, and we found ourselves sharing a genuine, if somewhat bittersweet, moment. But I knew that it was time to go. The encounter had left me emotionally drained, and I needed some space to gather my thoughts.

“I should head home,” I finally said, rising from my seat. “It’s been a long day.”

Timothy nodded, his eyes filled with understanding. “Of course, Evie. But at least let me walk you home. It’s getting late, and I want to make sure you get there safely.”

I hesitated for a moment, torn between my desire for some time alone and my awareness of the concern in Timothy’s eyes. In the end, I agreed, not wanting to hurt him any further.

“All right,” I said, “but you don’t have to. I can manage on my own.”

He rose from his seat and picked up the basket of supplies, his gaze never leaving mine. “I know you can, but I want to. It’s the least I can do after all this.”

My head was spinning by the time I got home. I spent most of the walk with. Timothy trying to imagine all the different scenarios that could have come out of it had I said “yes“. My body was still hot from his touch.

By the time I reached my apartment entryway, it didn’t take long for me to spot. the reporters at my doorstep. They were still camped out, tents and all. I took a deep breath, recalling all the cameras and microphones that had been shoved in my face on the way out

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My phone chimed and buzzed in my pocket. The screen lit up as I pulled it out and I squinted at the bright screen.

can see you, Coco. There’s no hiding now,

and tall buildings surrounding me. I shifted

looked familiar. However, they had

was rushing over, waving his notebook. “Where were you? Were you

from them as I ducked through the crowd, not caring who I bumped into. I stepped on a few toes and elbowed a few accidentally, but I eventually made it to the

More scribbling. “Have you two made up? Did you

my back, begging for attention, but

and

and Lucas were seated comfortably with a computer between them. The sight of them made

didn’t think I’d see you so soon!”

see you’ve already gotten your fame and fortune since we last

eyes. “That would be the paparazzi clawing for any news on Timothy and me,” I told them. Aria patted the space between them for me to sit and I obliged. She removed the laptop and placed

my dear,” said Aria, and she gave my

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of what looked like some of the lemonade from the fridge. The smile on his face

would say otherwise,” I said drearily. “Bad press will surely tarnish my reputation. It’s not like I’m some pop star that can get a few deals in

back on the table. When he saw me hunch over, he scooted closer and started smoothing the hair away from my eyes. “Fair enough. How is

his reputation in the long run if we

placed it on my

asked, scrolling down to see the other

know…” Lucas flicked his wrist. “We figured

a

walk around the living room, and I didn’t want to risk losing the comfort of the one we had. It was a modular style couch, colored a nice salmon and decorated with fluffy

up to something,” I said evenly, maximizing the image. They gave me some expectant glances and I

ponder over it all. With them browsing through the catalog, discussing various furniture options, I thought of the paparazzi that seemed to be constantly lurking outside my windows, as well as