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“You didn’t need me to put the condom on you this time. A-plus work, Captain.”
If my pancakes aren’t begging for air, then the syrup hasn’t done its job—morbid,
“You defiled my virgin car.”
“The stars aligned.” Swoon.
and yet this conversation is so much harder than sex. Harder than sex in public, no less.
“You were all too happy to have me chasing you around the country like some sort of obsessed puck bunny.”
The fact that she got down on her knees? Real. The fact that she came in my arms? Real as fuck.
I just mean that realists don’t normally wish on shooting stars.
Just trying to tell my ex-wife how her ass is pure perfection.
“And you’ve seen the team’s physical therapist about a possible spinal injury?”
“The unfortunate truth is that everyone is replaceable, Captain.
Your brain, alternatively, is not replaceable.
Without hockey, who am I? I hate that I don’t know.
“I was once fucked by a puck.”
“Let’s move on from the puck fucks, yeah?”
“I had this shitty car back then. A Chevy Silverado with the paint damn-near chipped off completely.
Payback officially has been served.”
wore it because I want it yanked around my hips while you make me come all over your dick. After all, you promised that every other round would be on you.”
I hoist myself up in the queen-sized bed and stare at the remnants of our . . . lovemaking? Fuck-fest? Sex session?
What to do When Your Ex-husband Makes You Come Three Times 101.
“I think that you should do whatever you want to do, not what society thinks is healthy for you.”
Something that clearly rings true when my heart squeezes and my lungs feel too tight to breathe as it hits me: she still carries around the same backpack I bought for her when she first started Carter Photography.
“You,” she says after a moment, “you’re my high.”
Considering the fact that I’m drinking alone tonight, it’s probably best that I don’t end up the only drunk. See? Adulthood in its purest form—knowing
“Thirty-four in hockey years might as well put me in the prehistoric category,”
“We’re family, Holls.
If she didn’t use something, it went in the trash—a life motto that could also be used to describe her personal relationships with friends and family.
“Do not feel guilty for putting up boundaries and doing what’s best for you.”
“My husband—he loved hard just like he lived hard. I couldn’t have asked for a better father or husband.”
“It’s got to be all in or all out.
You want the high, crave it more than anything . . . but you won’t even take the initial hit.”
“Now about that no-sweets rule . . . is dessert off the menu? Or am I the only sweetness allowed in your daily diet?”
“Pretty sure glorious is not a word anyone would use to describe burning wax.”
I can’t change that I fell in love with a sport that has done damage to my body, in a way that remains invisible to everyone but me.
I’ve always been a man who takes what life throws at him with a grain of salt.
But with this . . . with this, I’m scared fucking shitless.
We’re a family. We’re in this together, no matter what a slip of paper says.
He kisses me like he plays hockey: with every last corner of his soul.
And I kiss him with every inch of my heart.
I need your love when everything feels like it’s going to hell.
“One more appetizer,” I mutter when he begins to pull away, “it’s my favorite one.”
“There’s nothing in this world that makes me feel happier than you.
“No naked dicks, either! Unless you really did get that penis reconstructive surgery—then I’m intrigued!”
“Family doesn’t come down to a piece of paper,” I say, brushing my hand over his bare chest. “It doesn’t matter if you have a hockey contract or a marriage license marking it as true and legal.”
“Even if you did opt for penis reconstructive surgery.”
One fucked-up string of ironic event after ironic event.
It was fate, obviously. A shooting star that took pity on me and made my wish happen.
The ice allowed me to thrive, it allowed me to grow up and discover the man I was meant to be.”
I pushed my body to the brink and my body flipped me the bird. Don’t worry, we’re on speaking terms now.”
“I love hockey because I’m part of a family.”
