Page 54 of Melt His Heart

“Act like it never happened? Yeah, absolutely not.” He says, his chest bubbling with laughter, “and why are you embarrassed?”

“I don’t know, I’ve never done that before.” A stunned expression crosses his face for a split second.

“Are you a virgin?” He asks, suddenly, as I gaze up at him, thinking about what I should say.

“Maybe?” I look away, my face burning.

“Ahh, I see.” He chuckles, tilting his head to the side a bit.

“What do you see?”

“Nothing. But I’ll be good. For now.” He takes a step back, easing the tension between us. I miss the warmth of his body instantly.

“Carson, what are you talking about?” I say, rolling my eyes and folding my arms. He turns to leave the room, laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“Nothing. I’ll leave you to it. Come to the gym and let me know when you’re ready to head home.” He says, grabbing his change of clothes he was holding when he came in.

“Carson, answer my question.”

“What question?” He smirks before turning back around, giving me a quick kiss on the cheek and leaving the room. I stand there a bit stunned because what just happened? Why did he ask if I was a virgin? Is that a problem? Maybe I should have lied. I sigh and sit back down to change into my skates.

* * *

The following days after telling Carson I was a virgin, I definitely started noticing something felt different. He’s still his usual flirty self, but I felt like maybe we were getting a bit more comfortable in the sex department, and he suddenly dialed it back. Though when he got drunk after winning an away game the other night, his texts were amusing to say the least.

Carson: i wonder what you taste like?

Me: Are you a cannibal now?

Carson: no but i want to eat u out…

Me: Carson…Are you drunk?

Carson: no..i know you’d taste good…miss u

Me: You’re definitely drunk lol. Go to bed.

Carson: can’t dillan is on it

Me: Why is Dillan in your bed?

Carson: he’s drunk silly…

Me: Lol good night Carson.

Carson: nite bby

The next morning, he messaged me saying sorry. I laughed through my entire practice thinking about it that day. It did make me feel a bit weird, not the dirty text, but him apologizing for it. I wonder if me being a virgin was a bad thing.

I arrive at the rink a little early, the sun just peeking over the clouds as I cut through the parking lot. Today I’m having a meeting with my coach before we hit the ice. I make my way in where he’s already waiting for me in the offices of the rink.

“Hey, how are you?” I greet him with a warm smile.

“I’m good! Just wanted to go over the last few things we might want to touch on with your progress. Go ahead and drop your things off first, and I’ll meet you back here.”

“Ok, sounds good.” I nod.