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.

I glanced at Timothy, a bittersweet smile tugging at my lips. “I guess this is goodnight,” I

gaze holding mine. “Goodnight,

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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

to tears, but the realization. of the

tears with the back of my hand and sniffled. The ache in my chest had returned in full

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

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

I replayed the night, each laughter–filled conversation and stolen

I had made the right choice. The fear of the unknown, the potential consequences, had held

her room. Her eyes were wild and her smile was wide as

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hug. “That interview was amazing. Ugh, you’re were practically glowing,

and

interview with Carl Plunk. Her words did little to calm

on my cheeks. “Evie, what’s wrong?” Aria’s concern was genuine, and

to encapsulate the chaos within my heart. “Aria, I… I almost kissed

widened in surprise, and for a fleeting moment, she seemed lost for words. “You… you did?”

my lips as I relived the moment in my mind. “Yes. We were so close, and the tension was there… but I couldn’t

you almost kissed Timothy. Are you

I squinted at her, my mouth pulling into

she grinned playfully. “Are you clinically insane?!? If I were you, I’d have

struck a nerve I hadn’t realized was so exposed. The fragile barrier

romantic advice,” I snapped, my tone sharper than

with confusion. “Evie, what’s wrong? I was

I’m not happy? Because I almost crossed a line that I swore I