The Hockey Star’s Remorse

Chapter 90

Our eyes locked, and for a fleeting second, the world around us seemed to fade. into insignificance. In that suspended moment, it felt as if the universe had conspired to bring us closer, to bridge the gap between friendship and something more. The tension between us crackled in the air, an electric current that held the promise of a connection deeper than words could convey.

I could feel my heart pounding, the erratic rhythm betraying the turmoil within me. The desire to close that distance, to let go of all the inhibitions and give in to the longing that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long, was overpowering. It was a temptation that threatened to consume me entirely.

But just as the tension reached its peak, the voice of reason emerged from the depths of my consciousness. A voice that reminded me of the threat that lay ahead, of the potential risks that could alter everything.

With a soft exhale, I pulled back, my body betraying the desire that raged within me. Timothy’s gaze held a mixture of surprise, disappointment, and something else that I couldn’t quite decipher. It was as if he, too, had been suspended in that moment, teetering on the edge of a cliff.

“I should go,” I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper.

His face sagged with disappointment, and his eyes fell away from mine. “Yeah, you’re right,” he said with a nod, his words carrying a subdued acceptance. “It’s getting late anyway.”

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Timothy accompanied me as I stepped out of the trendy bar, the laughter from indoors still echoing in my ears. With the night breeze brushing against my skin, reality returned with a bittersweet tinge.

He walked me to the curb, his presence suddenly large and all consuming. Hailing a cab, he turned to me, his eyes holding a mixture of regret and understanding. “I had a great time tonight, Evie,” he said softly.

My heart ached at the honesty in his voice. “I did too,” I replied, my voice a whisper. I could still feel my lips buzzing from the close proximity of his lips.

As the cab’s headlights approached, a sense of awkwardness settled over us. The intimacy of the almost–kiss still lingered, a tension that refused to be brushed aside. In that moment, I mourned the loss of what could have been, the fleeting

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connection that we had dared to touch upon before I pulled away.

cab pulled up to the curb, and I glanced at Timothy, a bittersweet

“Goodnight, Evie,” he said softly, his words.

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into the cab and settled into the seat. I couldn’t help but steal a last glance at Timothy, standing on the sidewalk, his expression one of longing as he watched me through the tinted windows. The cab driver pulled away from the curb, and the distance between us grew with each passing moment. The city lights flickered by, a blur of colors that matched the whirlwind of emotions. within me. The almost–kiss, the shared laughter, the unspoken connection–it was

moment that brought me to tears, but the realization.

and sniffled. The ache in my chest had returned in full force, as if my yearning had

sobs. When the cab pulled up to my apartment building, I paid the driver and

door behind me, the sound echoing in the stillness of the room: Sinking onto the couch, I let the tears come freely,

and stolen glance etched into my

down my cheeks, I couldn’t help but wonder if I had made the right choice. The fear of the unknown, the potential consequences, had held me back from

just wiped away fresh tears when Aria emerged from her room. Her eyes were

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“That interview was amazing. Ugh, you’re

and

of compliments. about my interview with Carl Plunk. Her words did little to calm my nerves, she seemed to catch on to this quickly enough. Her

grasp, her brows furrowing as she took in the tear stains on my cheeks. “Evie, what’s wrong?” Aria’s concern was

the words to encapsulate the chaos within my heart.

widened in surprise, and for a fleeting moment, she seemed

mind. “Yes.

“Evie, you almost kissed Timothy. Are you

at her, my mouth pulling into a tight

to a mischievous glint, and she grinned playfully. “Are you clinically insane?!? If I were you, I’d have gone for that

raw, and Aria’s comment struck a nerve I hadn’t realized was so exposed.

advice,” I

surprise, her playful demeanor replaced with confusion. “Evie, what’s wrong? I

want to know why I’m not happy? Because I almost crossed a line that I