Page 62 of Hot As Ice

Its warm yellow hue has always brought me joy, and it’s believed to attract abundance and increase positivity. Both very good things.

I take a bead and thread it onto the elastic cord. This design is one of my simpler ones, but customers love it. It’s like a more sophisticated friendship bracelet.

With the money Hunter’s given me so far, I’ve been able to place some ads for my jewelry business on social media. And they’ve paid off. Big time.

Sales have already increased, and with Black Friday coming up next month, I’m confident I’ll have a great holiday season. I can’t believe how much my luck has changed since September.

I’ve stopped looking for part-time work, instead concentrating on my schoolwork, and my grades have gone up. I have more time to study, grow my business, and just rest. It all feels very indulgent. But I’m not mad about it.

Hunter and I have also been spending a lot of time together.

That weird week when we weren’t speaking is thankfully behind us. We text each other every day and see each other a few times a week. I go to all of his hockey games at home, wearing his jersey.

I don’t want to admit how much I like him, even to myself.

It almost feels like a dream, and if I acknowledge it, the dream will end. Waiting for the other shoe to drop has been a constant theme in my life, and this situation is no different.

I just have this feeling that I can’t shake – that he’ll tire of me and drop me, and I’ll be so heartbroken. Sometimes I want to put distance between us, but then I end up texting him or replying to his text anyway. I have no chill.

Today he’s off at an away game, so I have some space. Except he’s been texting me nonstop from the bus. And every time a text comes in, I get butterflies. I almost can’t bear it.

Hunter

I wish you were with me right now. Straddling me, your tits in my face.

Me

With all your teammates watching?

Hunter

I’ll kill them if they look at you. But, yeah, I wanna fuck you on the bus.

Me

You’re insane

Hunter

Don’t pretend you’re not turned on

Me

We should fuck on the ice LOL

Hunter

Yes. I should tie you to the goal post and eat you out. I want to hear your moans echoing throughout the arena.

I clamp a hand over my mouth, blushing furiously. Thank goodness he can’t see me. I abandon my bracelet and get on my bed, squirming. I hate it when he makes me horny and he’s not there to take the ache away. It’s the hottest torture ever.

Me

Stop making me horny

Hunter

You started it