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“Terrible call!” I shout, standing next to him.
The crowd around us stares, a bit confused as to why we are so upset when we are clearly about to win the game with ease. Honestly, this penalty doesn’t mean anything for the home team, but I really want Eli to get his third goal.
Looking across the ice to Eli, sitting in the penalty box, he shakes his head and laughs at Marc’s and my evident frustration at the meaningless call.
With three minutes left, and Eli serving two of those in the penalty box, our little hat trick goal is almost guaranteed not to happen.
Eli stands in the box as the last ten seconds of his penalty wind down. Patrick steals the puck from one of the Michigan State forwards and passes it up the ice, perfectly timed for when Eli gets released from the box. Eli maneuvers the puck down the rink, using his speed to beat the lone Michigan defenseman, and takes a shot on the empty net with twenty seconds left of the game.
In true Eli Maddison fashion, he fucking scores.
The three of us jump up from our seats, screaming and cheering for my man. The crowd erupts with ‘Maddison’ chants as hats begin to fly onto the ice. Apparently, when a player gets a hat trick, you throw your hat onto the ice in celebration. Eli gets pounded into the boards with hockey hugs before he skates back over to the bench.
On his way, he grabs one of the hundred or so hats lying on the ice. Bobbing and weaving past his teammates, he makes his way to the back of the bench and taps the glass in front of me with his stick. He tosses the hat over the glass, and it lands perfectly in my lap. When I look back up to Eli, he wearing the most arrogant smirk across his lips.
Minnesota wins 5-2.
“Why the hell haven’t you boned that yet?” Ali asks quietly, in reference to Eli.
“Great question,” I tell her as I watch my stud of a man skate off into the locker room. At this point, I don’t know what I’m waiting for. I love the guy, and he’s basically dripping with sex, so the fact that I’ve held off for this long is a bit baffling.
The crowd outside of the locker room is smaller than it was last time. There aren’t as many students here, which I’m assuming is because almost everyone who would be down here is back in their rooms getting ready for tonight’s Halloween party.
Still, I don’t feel too comfortable bombarding Eli the second he emerges, so I stay towards the back, where I was standing last time. Marc doesn’t ask questions. He and Ali just stand with me. I think he knows by now that I don’t love the attention or looks I’ve received from Eli’s fans, especially the girls, once people learned that I was his girlfriend.
When Eli comes out of the locker room, all freshly showered, he doesn’t even scan the crowd. He just looks up the hall, exactly where I was last time, and as his eyes lock with mine, a peaceful smile takes over his face.
He looks so good right now with his white collared shirt unbuttoned at the top, and his sleeves rolled up a few times, showing off his tattooed forearm. His suit pants are hanging low on his hips, and his hunter green suit jacket is slung over his shoulder. His hair is still wet from the shower, so the shaggy parts are pushed away from his face. He looks incredibly sexy and effortless with one hand casually tucked in his pocket as he walks my way.
He doesn’t even look like he just played a grueling sixty minutes of hockey. To be honest, he looks like a model walking a fucking runway as he makes his way towards me.
“Fuck me,” I say to myself.
“I think that’s what he’s trying to do,” Ali laughs.
Okay, maybe I didn’t say that to myself, but thankfully I said it quietly enough that Marc didn’t hear.
“Hi baby,” Eli says with a smile as he leans down to place his warm lips on mine. “I like that jersey on you.”
“Nice game, bro,” Marc says as he and Eli share a quick hug.
“Thanks, man.”
Eli wraps his tattooed arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his body before kissing the top of my head.
“Good job out there,” I add as my hand glides down from his lower back to his ass, giving it a little tap.
“Thank you. Was three goals enough for you?”
“Eh, four would’ve been nice.” Eli smiles down at me, pulling me in tighter to his chiseled body.
“I’ll work on that,” he says, bantering back with me. “You guys coming over now or what?”
“Nope,” Ali says quickly. “We have to go back to the dorms and get ready.”
“So, what is Ali dressing you up as?” Eli asks, looking down at me.
“I don’t know. She won’t tell me.”
