Sleet #2
My friends have convinced me. No more hockey players. With a dad who is the Head Coach for the Minnesota Sleet, it seemed like an easy decision. My friends have also convinced me that the best way to boost my fragile self-esteem is through a one-night stand. A dating app. A hotel bar. A sexy-as-hell man... who’s sweet, and funny, and - did I mention? sexy-as-hell… I fortified my courage and invited myself up to his room. Assumptions. There’s a rule about them. I assumed he was passing through town. I assumed he was a businessman, or maybe an investor, or accountant, or literally anything other than a professional hockey player. I assumed I’d never see him again. I assumed wrong.
Story added by j_lyn on June 6, 2025
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