Sticking Around

I wasn’t looking for love. Heck I wasn’t looking for anything.

But it found me in a six-foot tall, two-hundred-pound hockey goalie. 

I try to fight it. I really do.

This guy is a player, in more ways than one.

At least I think he is.

But I’m a Master of Psychology Student and there is one thing I know—not everything is as it appears.

Looking deeper, I catch glimpses of the real Brady, the man this goalie keeps hidden—from everyone.

I like that guy. A lot.

And I’m pretty sure he likes me too. 

But then I discover something else about the man beneath the jersey, something dark and hurtful, something that tells me who I really am to him, which means there’s only one thing left for me to do… 

Show the player who he’s really playing with.