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If there’s one thing I know for certain, it’s that our love is coveted, real, and forever.
No matter what happens next.
Chapter 39
Elio
Christmas came and went as quickly as the snow that fell the night before it.
Jasmine didn’t want to tell her dad about us during the holidays, so she spent Christmas Eve at her parents’ house, while I spent it at mine, along with Christmas Day. It was torture, only being able to FaceTime her at night, stealing texts throughout the day when we weren’t busy with our families.
My family missed her, but understood the situation. They were not the only ones who missed her either, because it was physically painful to be away from her for those two days.
Don’t get me wrong, I’ve been gone longer for away games, but this felt different. After everything we experienced in Bora Bora, I felt closer to her than ever.
God, this fucking girl. She’s in my head, heart, and soul. There’s not a thing that could ever take her out. She’s wedged herself in there with no way to get out.
Jasmine doesn’t celebrate the new year with her family since they celebrate the Korean new year in January, which meant we were able to be together on New Year’s Eve.
We exchanged our gifts that night. I gave Jasmine her gifts, which included a bunch of new lingerie, partly a gift for me, a couple of new outfits that my sister picked out for her, new highlighters and books, and lastly, a link to a document that outlined our trip to Europe once we graduate.
We’re hitting Greece, Italy, Spain, France, England, and the Netherlands.
She hated that I spent so much on her, because she couldn’t afford to spend that much on me, but she got over it pretty quickly once my cock was nestled down her throat.
Aside from the mind-blowing blowjob, she gifted me a hoodie, sweatpants, and slippers. It was perfect because she knows how much I love to stay home with her, giving me the perfect outfit to do exactly that.
Honestly, she could’ve given me a paperclip and I would’ve been happy with it knowing she spent any fraction of her time thinking of me as she bought it.
While I’m excited for our year ahead together, I know Jasmine is feeling quite apprehensive. She has to decide what she wants to do with her life, since applications for big corporate jobs are due soon if she decides to follow her parents’ pathway for her life.
If she decides she wants to live her own pathway and wants that building in my hometown, well, she already has it.
I bought it that day when she mentioned it to me. I called up the realtor when I was in the bathroom at Thanksgiving. I wanted to give her everything, so why not start with helping her achieve her dreams?
She’s mentioned talking to her parents about us a few times, but I never push the issue because it’s her relationship with her parents, not mine. I know how important that is to her, and I’ll never make her do anything she doesn’t want to do.
But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t wish that she told them already.
I’m sick of keeping her in the dark. I love to stay home for the most part, but I’d also love to take my girl out, show her off, and let everyone know who she belongs to. I want to love her the way she deserves and give her everything she needs, which includes dates out in public, family functions, and everything else that we can’t freely do right now.
I push the thoughts away for now as my skates hit the ice, my legs pushing me toward the center of the ice where Ned and the team are. It’s our first practice back in the new year, and we’re ramping it up with the playoffs not too far away.
Ned instructs them on the drills we’re going to run, splitting the group up as they head off to their respective spots. Once the stations are in full swing, Ned skates over to me as I watch the guys work on stick handling.
“How were your holidays?” he asks, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Good, I spent it with my family. How were yours?”
“That’s great to hear. Holidays were good. I spent time with my daughter and both my and my wife’s families.”
“Glad to hear all was well,” I say too easily, as if the image of his daughter underneath me isn’t flashing through my mind.
Ned and I skate over to the next station, watching as McCoy winds up a shot at the net, only to be blocked by our goalie.
“You know, getting to watch you grow into the person and athlete you are today was pretty special to me. Especially since we couldn’t have more kids. You know I’ve thought of you as my own,” Ned comments, bringing his hand up to my shoulder, giving it a squeeze before letting his hand fall away.
“I know,” is all I can say because the guilt hits me in a tidal wave. Here he is, reminding me of how influential he was for me growing up, yet last night I was balls deep in his daughter.
