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I’m a single woman. Of course, the first thing I notice is a man’s hands, especially the left one.
“Stevie,” Zanders says in his smooth velvety voice. “You following me?”
“You cried while watching Coco with Ella. You have fucking feelings, man. You should start letting people know.” “Don’t use Coco against me! That shit was sad!” I stand from my seat, following him to the locker room to get suited up for our game. “That song at the end? It gets me every time.”
Her unwillingness to back down or give in to my charm, the way most women do, is officially intriguing, with equal parts frustrating.
I realized it was no one else’s responsibility to love me. So, I started loving myself. No one else was going to.
He’s stupid pretty.
“And if you really want me to be direct about your body.” I give her a once-over, clearly checking her out. “It’s banging. You should start showing it off. These sweatpants are atrocious, though.”
“Because one time sure as hell wasn’t enough for me and I don’t think it was for you either.”
My head snaps up at Maddison’s voice, finding a hallway of full-grown adults, primarily men, dressed as Disney princesses.
I try to hold back my laughter, I really do, but this man who is known to be the city’s biggest playboy and probably has more enemies than fans is wearing what’s supposed to be a floor-length dress, though it hits just below his knees. But he’s doing it on a Saturday night in the middle of November to make sure his best friend’s daughter has a good Halloween. And that sweet act is the last thing I expected from the notoriously hated hockey player.
“Ella picked our costumes. Said that people think Elsa is mean the way people think I’m mean, but that we’re actually both really nice.” He holds his hands up in defense. “Her words, not mine.”
“I like you for you.”
“You’re my personal version of heaven, Stevie girl.”
“Don’t talk about Target that way, like it’d be a chore to go. You should be thanking Target for just existing.”
“Stevie?” Zanders whispers into the silence. “Mm-hmm?” “You are. You know that, right? You’re what I needed most in life.”
This season means nothing without you. Nothing matters without you. Please come tonight. -Zee
“Stevie girl, I’ll follow you anywhere.”
If shit-talking is a love language, then it’s ours, and I thoroughly plan on bantering with my wild girl for the rest of my life.
