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it was broken up fairly quickly.
                  “Are you ok?” A very masculine, low voice said and the sound hummed against my face, which meant…
                  “Oh, sorry,” I said as I scrambled to get my face away from his chest. 
                  “ Are you ok?” he repeated himself.
                  “Look, I…” It was him, the gum guy.  I had been pummeled right into the chest of the guy that I had been fantasizing about for a freaki n ’ week now.  What are the odds?
                  “Damn Owen, looks like a shitload of cotton candy just fell into your lap.”
                  He did not just say my hair looks like cotton candy.
                  I gave him my meanest glare. “ Real original, douche bag. ”
                  “Let me help you.” Owen, I knew his name now, whispered against my ear.
                  “I got this.”  I pulled myself up and headed towards the locker room without another look at him. Once there, I slam med my forehead against one of the metal boxes. I finally met him and I acted like a spazzy angry freak.  I had ruined my slim chance with him because I couldn’t control my big mouth.
                  Everyone else changed clothes around me and I took off my skates and changed into a team t shirt and some yoga pants.  I wasn’t going to go celebrate with the team tonight.  My back was already killing me from the slam I had taken minutes ago and the soreness from the bout had yet to settle in. 
                  I grabbed my bag and as I turned the corner I could see Amber and Dylan swapping spit near the exit and then I saw Owen.   I remembered his name from Dylan saying it earlier.   He was leaned over the railing of the rink swinging his keys back and forth.  His elbows rested on the rail and the posture made his biceps bulge and they were all inked up.  The ink enhanced eve ry inch it touched and stirred something dangerous within me.  I immediately felt the heat of a blush creeping its way from my neck clear to my cheeks. 
                  I swallowed the enormous lump in my throat and moved towards the door ready for the let down—ready for the dismissal.  As soon as my footsteps could be heard his head lifted and our eyes locked.  Amber and Dylan stopped making out for a few seconds to talk to me.
                  “Jee z Hellie .  Took you long enough.  We’re going out to celebrate.  Let’s go.”
                  “Thanks but I’m just gonna go home.  My back is killin ’ and I just want to eat and go to bed.”
                  “Ugh…whatever.  Ok, so, we can drop you off at the apartment on the way, I guess.”
                  A new voice, low and slow, entered the conversation.              
                  “It’s ok, I’ll take her home.” His voice was warm hands to my cold trembling fingers.
                  “Are you sure?”  The whole thing sounded too good to be true.  He was too perfect.
                  “Yeah, of course.”
                  “Ok Hellie, take care of that back.” And as fast as a snap of the fingers they were gone.
                  I started to walk towards him and he reached out and grabbed my bag from me. It was killing my shoulder so I was grateful. 
                  “Thank you.” I tried to smile at him and he simply nodded.
                  We got into his Bronco and he put my bag in the back.  He got in after opening my door for me, started it up and took off towards my apartment.  I needed to say somethin g to remedy my earlier behavior but didn’t know what.
                  “So, I’m sorry about earlier.  I was just pissed about the cotton candy comment.”
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