Page 81 of A Shot at Love
“I’m sorry Jules couldn’t be here tonight,” he added, before leaving Frankie to take one last look around the arena.
She was sorry too.
Jules was meant to be there, and Frankie hadn’t been able to stop herself from looking to the seat where she would’ve been sitting all night if her flight hadn’t been cancelled due to a storm in Halifax that grounded every plane.
The seat remained empty all evening but maybe it was for the best given the loss and the incidents that took place in the locker room.
Three hours later, after the final locker room team chat of the season, after her media availability finally came to an end, and after she’d had a long hot shower to wash away the events of the day, Frankie finally collapsed onto the bed in her hotel room face down at close to one am.
She was emotionally drained.
Her phone dinged on the bedside table where it was charging and she lifted her head then reached for it. Seeing Jules’ name on the screen made her smile but it was another reminder of the fact that she was alone in a hotel room in Ottawa while Jules was stuck in Halifax.
They’d only spoken briefly that day and it was odd that Jules hadn’t reached out before the game started but Frankie didn’t have much time to think about it once the game started.
Jules – 12:54AM
I’m sorry the season ended the way it did, but I’m so proud of what you accomplished.
I love you.
So come open your door.
Frankie had to re-read the last message and she looked towards her hotel room door in confusion. Leaving the phone beside her on the bed, she padded across the carpeted floor in bare feet and turned the lock. She didn’t care that shewas only wearing sleep shorts that barely covered her ass or a t-shirt so old she couldn’t remember where it came from and she opened the door just as Jules had asked her to.
“Surprise!”
Jules stepped into the room, closing the door behind her and then she leapt into Frankie’s arms.
Frankie’s eyes widened in shock before she shut them and wrapped her arms tightly around Jules. Her body was warm and her hair was soft as Frankie raked her fingers through the blonde locks.
“You’re here,” Frankie sighed, her whole body relaxing as she inhaled Jules’ familiar, comforting scent.
“I know I missed the game but I got on the first flight I could,” Jules whispered, her breath hot against Frankie’s neck.
“I don’t care that you missed it.” Frankie shook her head and pressed her nose to Jules’ head, inhaling the coconut scent of her shampoo. “I’m just glad you’re here now.”
They broke apart and Frankie smiled down at Jules, brushing her hair behind her ears and cupping her cheeks. She stroked the skin over her cheekbones and Jules fluttered her eyes closed, melting into Frankie’s touch.
“Does your brother know you’re here?”
Jules smiled and lazily fluttered open her eyes. “He does. He left my name at the front desk and gave me a key to his room so I could freshen up after the flight. I would have been here sooner but I was stuck at the airport for six hours today and needed to clean myself up a bit. I wanted to look nice.”
Frankie dropped her gaze to admire what Jules was wearing. Not that she ever needed to try and look good – Jules was gorgeous no matter what she wore – the outfit she had on now didn’t seem like much. It was just a pair of joggers and a sweater and Jules seemed to notice the curious uptick in Frankie’s smile. She took Frankie’s hands and guided them beneath her shirt.
Her fingers met silky lace and she raised an eyebrow. “This feels…nice.”
“Does it?” Jules grinned and pulled her sweater off, revealing a pink corset that pushed her breasts up.
The sight of it made Frankie’s mouth go dry and she trailer her finger along the edge the lace clinging to Jules’ chest.
“Fuck, Jules… I —”
“Does it look at nice as it feels?”
“You are so sexy, do you know that?”
”You make me believe it.”
