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Silas:It’s for the best.
Ollie:Then why send me gifts?
Silas:Just because we aren’t together doesn’t mean I don’t want you not thinking about me.
Ollie:This is all kinds of messed up.
Silas:It got messy the day you kissed me in that bar.
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Silas:Do you think you can make it to my first game? I have to set tickets aside.
Ollie:When is your first game?
Silas:Tuesday.
Ollie:This Tuesday?
Silas:Yeah.
Ollie:Uh . . . I think I can. I just need to rearrange some things.
Silas:It’s okay if you can’t be there.
Ollie:No, I can, but . . . do you think you could get a ticket for Ross too? I don’t want to go alone.
Silas:Of course.
Ollie:Perfect. I can’t wait to see what this hockey thing is all about.
Silas:Jesus.
Ollie:Do I need to dress warm?
Silas:Yes, but don’t worry. I got you.
Ollie:What does that mean?
Silas:You’ll see.
ChapterSixteen
OLLIE
“Happy Birth . . . why are you wearing that?” Ross asks as I open the door to my dorm room.
“Do you not like it?”
“No, I do. You look hot, but why are you wearing Agitators paraphernalia when we’re supposed to be going to a bar tonight?”
Yeah, this Agitators sweatshirt doesn’t really scream dance club, but it sure does look like I’m going to a hockey game. Silas sent over a sweatshirt, a winter hat, a shirt with his name on the back, and even socks. There was a note also that said,dress warm. But knowing I was going to the club after this to celebrate my birthday, I put on a pair of faux leather leggings, black booties, and a shoulder-less tube top. I slipped the sweatshirt on over it, skipped the hat, and prayed that I could keep warm with hot cocoa.
“Silas invited me to his first game tonight, and I thought I should probably go, but he gave me two tickets. One for you and one for me.”
“Hockey?” Ross asks with a crinkle of his nose. “On your birthday?”
“It’s fine. We’ll go to the club after. Trust me, I still want to get my dance on.”
