I slowly walked over to Connor sitting on my bed and extended my hand out to him. He looked at me questioningly but I remained silent and pulled him up on his feet.
“Al?” he said hesitantly as I took a step forward and rested my hands on his shoulders. They did not remain there for long as I slowly started tracing the muscles in his chest. “What you doing?”
My fingers trailed over his rib cage and I met his gaze. “What happened between you and Keith?” I muttered.
His body stiffened beneath my touch and he directed his gaze to a spot on the wall an inch after from my eyes. To anyone else it would look like our eyes met but I knew better.
“I told you Alex,” he growled, “He checked me against the glass, said a few choice words, I snapped and we were put in the penalty box as a result.”
“I see,” I whispered as my hand found his last rib and paused. My gaze dropped to the floor briefly before I looked up again and pressed my index and middle finger into his left side.
A sense of alarm flashed over his face and it took a few moments for him to reveal that he was in pain.
His eyes snapped back to mine as my fingers relaxed and continued their roaming. “I thought you said you were tired last night,” I accused.
“I was.”
Not taking my eyes off his this time, and hands were inches away from his left shoulder when I firmly touched until he winced. But this time, instead of letting me continue, he detangled himself from me and took a step back before turning and facing the wall.
“Care to change your story?” I asked. I was debating whether or not to sit on the bed but in the end I decided against it. I didn’t need to give him more of a height advantage then he already had.
“It doesn’t fucking matter.” I cringed at his language. He turned around and took a small step towards me but there was still a foot between us. “Someone obviously said something they weren’t suppose to.”
“Al?” he said hesitantly as I took a step forward and rested my hands on his shoulders. They did not remain there for long as I slowly started tracing the muscles in his chest. “What you doing?”
My fingers trailed over his rib cage and I met his gaze. “What happened between you and Keith?” I muttered.
His body stiffened beneath my touch and he directed his gaze to a spot on the wall an inch after from my eyes. To anyone else it would look like our eyes met but I knew better.
“I told you Alex,” he growled, “He checked me against the glass, said a few choice words, I snapped and we were put in the penalty box as a result.”
“I see,” I whispered as my hand found his last rib and paused. My gaze dropped to the floor briefly before I looked up again and pressed my index and middle finger into his left side.
A sense of alarm flashed over his face and it took a few moments for him to reveal that he was in pain.
His eyes snapped back to mine as my fingers relaxed and continued their roaming. “I thought you said you were tired last night,” I accused.
“I was.”
Not taking my eyes off his this time, and hands were inches away from his left shoulder when I firmly touched until he winced. But this time, instead of letting me continue, he detangled himself from me and took a step back before turning and facing the wall.
“Care to change your story?” I asked. I was debating whether or not to sit on the bed but in the end I decided against it. I didn’t need to give him more of a height advantage then he already had.
“It doesn’t fucking matter.” I cringed at his language. He turned around and took a small step towards me but there was still a foot between us. “Someone obviously said something they weren’t suppose to.”
