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October 20 - October 27, 2023
Kit races over to me and yanks me up by the arms, pulling me into his large chest. His grip suffocates me, but I don’t try to pull away. He’s mumbling something into my hair, his hand cradling the back of my head, the rapid thundering of his heart a steady medium in my ears.
“I don’t do casual, Kit. I’m not some conquest you can just toss aside when you get bored. I’m not interested in fucking for the sake of fucking. I want to mean something to someone.” Faye means more to me than she’ll ever know.
He winces dramatically. “Ah! Why are your fingers so bony? And why do you always feel the need to resort to physical violence?” I threaten him with another attack. “Because you’re the only person in this entire world that incites enough annoyance in me to need to resort to physical violence,” I grumble.
She gets it
I don’t see her as some damsel in distress that needs to be saved; I see her as a princess who deserves to be adored, to be spoiled, to be tended to at her beck and call.
“There she is. There’s my girl.”
He’s looking at me like there’s no one else on this planet that’s worth gracing with his gaze, like I’m the answer to every desire and question he’s ever had.
“I’ll always come back to you.”
That’s my girl.
“Because you mean the world to me.”
“I don’t care how long it takes. Make me work for it. I played hockey for eleven years before making it to the NHL. I’m willing to wait even longer for you, because you’re a far better prize than going pro. You can hate me all you want, but what I won’t have is you questioning how amazing you are just because I fucked up.”
“You were carrying a box of Junior Mints with you?” “I thought I should start to since we were hanging out so often,”
“But…thank you. Nobody’s ever done anything like that for me before.” “I’d do anything for you, Princess.”
I don’t want to hide this. I don’t want to hide her. I want the whole world to know she’s mine. Hiding Faye Hollings is like trying to black out the sun. She’s this burning ball of brightness that lights up every single room she walks into. To hide her away would be a disservice.
People talk with their hands all the time, Faye. It’s called ASL.
I’m not looking at anything aside from her. I’ve noticed that the more time she spends in the sun, the darker her freckles become. I’ve noticed a lot about her that hadn’t been on my radar before, like the little nose crinkle she does when she’s thinking, or how she always slightly pouts when she’s frustrated.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he says, the peak of his knuckles ghosting over my cheekbone. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to interrupt you. I just…I could spend forever staring at you, and it wouldn’t be long enough.”
“Your eyes outshine every star in the galaxy, Faye. And your laugh is my favorite sound in the entire world. I hear a lot of stuff on the ice—buzzers, whistles, angry and sob-filled screams, the hiss of skates on ice, the scuttle of the puck against my stick, shouts from my teammates. But none of it, none of it, compares to your laugh.”
He annotated a book for me. Kit Langley annotated a book for me. Kit Langley—the man who’s never been with the same woman twice—carved time out of his day to read a book and tab it. This
“I underlined things that reminded me of you.” He even doodled small hearts. Hearts. Like a teenage boy who has a school-grade crush on a girl.
“I’m so sorry” is all he says before he shoves me off the boat and into the freezing cold lake below.
really hope Faye can swim.
She loves me. Not just with a “too,” either. Not just a response to my profession. A full statement. I love this girl so fucking much.
