Rookie Season Hockey Boys Of Loft - Chapter 16

Chapter 16 I'm dreaming of Ally again. I'm not in such a deep sleep I couldn't stop the dream if I wanted to...but I don't want to. Because my dreams are the only place I can admit to myself that I like Ally-that I want her, but I can't have her. In today's dream, I'm in the bathroom shaving like I was a few mornings ago. The bathroom door creaks open, but it's not Harry this time; it's Ally. I turn to look at her, and she saunters toward me, biting her bottom lip. She's not wearing her pajamas in my dream, but instead she's dressed in that insanely hot yellow bikini.

Her body is out of this world...although that part isn't a dream, just a fact. Her toned figure is all I can think about since being in the hot tub with her. Dream-Ally walks toward me until her toes are nearly touching mine, then rises up on her tiptoes as she moves her hands to the ties on her hips, not breaking eye contact... A pounding on my door jolts me awake. And I realize (with disappointment) I'm alone in my bedroom and not in the bathroom with Ally. "Dude! Are you almost ready?" Penn yells from the other side. Instead of waiting for me to reply, he barges right in.

"You're sleeping?" He's annoyed, his voice still raised. "What the puck, Noah, we were supposed to leave for our game ten minutes ago!" I blink rapidly and grab my phone from the nightstand. It's dead despite being plugged in to charge. I jump up, and Harry scoots out from under the covers at the commotion. Glancing behind the nightstand, I find my charging cord unplugged from the brick and the end completely chewed off. The brick still plugged into the outlet is covered in bite marks from tiny, sharp teeth.

I glare at the beast sitting on my bed casually licking a paw without a care in the world. "Seriously?" I demand. Harry ignores me like the asshole he is. "Let's go!" Penn demands, and I spring into action. Rushing toward my closet, I throw on my game day suit. Thankfully I had my navy one freshly dry cleaned, and it was already laid out and ready to go. I get dressed in record speed, picking up my gym bag off the ground and checking its contents. "Where the hell's my lucky jersey?" I rummage around my bedroom, throwing the covers off my bed as I look for my Arlington University jersey.

The one I wore during both Frozen Four championships that we won. I probably don't need to bring my lucky jersey to every game, but it brought me luck in college, and I hope it will bring me luck in the NHL. Am I just as superstitious as all the other hockey players out there? Probably. But at least I don't refuse to wash my game day socks or anything gross. Through my still slightly-sleepy haze, it dawns on me that I washed the jersey this morning and hung it to dry because Harry made himself at home on top of it, and the thing was covered in cat hair.