A Hockey Player's Proposal (Oh Captain, My Captain 2)

Me: Be there in 15

I throw away my stuff and drive over to her place. When I knock on her door, Jessica opens it in nothing but her naked skin.

“You answer the door like this all the time?” I ask.

“Don’t you wish you knew the answer to that.” She steps to the side, and I walk in. I turn around and she is on me. She shoves her tongue down my throat, and I almost gag.

I push her off of me. “You think I could take off my coat?” She gives me a sexy smile and begins to tug on my belt. Well, I guess my jacket is staying on. “Hey, Jessica, come on. Are you in that big of a rush?” I move her hands away.

She rolls her eyes and flips her hair. “Look, I’m horny and I would like to have sex with my boyfriend sometime soon.”

“Boyfriend? Who the fuck is your boyfriend?” I didn’t know that she was seeing someone else too. Although, I’m not really shocked.

“You are.”

“What?” I shout. “You’ve got to be kidding.”

She steps back, crosses her arms, and stares at me. “Um, no, I’m not. We’ve been seeing each other for a few months now.”

“I didn’t get that memo and there is no fucking way I told you I wanted to be in a relationship. All we are doing is fucking, that’s it. You’re not my girlfriend.”

“Are you serious?” She actually looks shocked, like this wasn’t known to her before.

“Oh, I’m dead serious. Look, it’s been fun, but I’m done. Thanks.” I walk to the door and leave her standing there with her mouth hanging open.

When I make it back to my car, I’m shaking my head. How do I get myself into these situations? Jessica is someone I would never introduce to my family. I push her out of my mind. Until my phone begins to buzz. I look at the text messages from Jessica. She’s pretty much calling me every bad name she can think of, and some other colorful expressions. I throw my phone in the passenger seat and drive home.

I pull into my driveway and see the jersey. A small smile creeps on my face. I pick it up, along with my phone, and jump out of the car. I get up to her front door and knock, realizing that I’ve never been to her home before.

“Hey, Brody.” She looks at me puzzled.

“Hey, Selene. I wanted to drop of this off.” I hand her the jersey. She carefully checks it out and sees that Kris signed it.

“Oh my God.” She throws her head back and laughs. “Well, looks like I have a piece of unique merchandise of the Mustangs. Thanks, Brody.”

“You’re welcome.” I turn to leave.

“Brody, would you like to come in and have a drink?” I cock one of my eyebrows at her. “I googled ‘hobble’. Don’t worry, I don’t own any tools.”

It’s my turn to bust out in a laugh. “Sure, I’ve had a rough day anyway.”

She steps back, and I walk in. Her house is about the same size as mine. The one thing I notice is, this is definitely a girl’s house. Poor Bonkers, I thought. I follow her into the kitchen, and she hands me a beer.

I sit at her table, and she sits next to me with a beer in her hand. Bonkers comes up and sits down by my feet. I lean down and pat him. She and I sit there for a moment not saying anything.

“So, how bad was your day?” she asks.

“The chick I was banging thought I was her boyfriend. I got the hell out of there as fast as I could.” I gulp my beer down, thinking about Jessica.

“Did you tell her that it was only sex?”

“Yes, I make that clear to every girl.”

“Some girls just don’t get it.” She shakes her head, sipping her beer.

“Oh, are you saying that you get the boundaries?” I inquire. I don’t think Selene is that type of girl.

“I do. I had a friend with benefits in college. It was simple and easy. He did his thing, and I did mine. We would contact each other, hook up, and that was it.”