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

gaze holding mine. “Goodnight, Evie,” he said softly, his

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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

came unexpectedly, a silent stream that flowed down my cheeks. It wasn’t just the weight of the moment that brought me to tears, but the realization. of the depth of what we had both felt, the unspoken words that had hung

in my chest had returned in full force,

cab ride was long and painful as I suppressed my sobs. When the cab pulled ny sobs. When the cab pulled up to my apartment building, I paid the driver and stepped out onto the

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

heart ached as I replayed the night, each laughter–filled conversation and stolen glance etched

had made the right choice. The fear of the unknown, the potential consequences, had held me back from even entertaining the idea

emerged from her room. Her eyes were wild and her smile was wide as she plopped down

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she cheered, pulling me into a hug. “That interview was amazing. Ugh, you’re were

and

she launched into a torrent of compliments. about my interview with Carl Plunk. Her words did little to calm my nerves, she seemed to

as she released me from her grasp, her brows furrowing as she took in the tear stains on my cheeks. “Evie, what’s wrong?” Aria’s concern was genuine, and the gentle touch of her hand on my shoulder made

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

fleeting moment, she seemed

the moment in my mind. “Yes. We were so close, and the

almost

squinted at her, my

“Are you clinically insane?!? If I were you,

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

romantic advice,” I snapped, my

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

to know why I’m not happy? Because I almost