What a terrible day, which was a to

What a terrible day, which was a total lie because she had the time of her fricken’ life!
Okay, she needed to calm down. Isla had to shake her head a little, as though banishing whatever it was that was making her so happy and jittery, and then retype her text to Jane. She had to let her know all the details, even though Jane had probably watched the game on TV and had also seen Isla and Arturo’s steamy kiss.
Didn’t matter. She needed to give her friend the play-by-play because she was too damned excited and there was no way she was going to calm down, at least not until her fingers texted all the excitement out of her. Jane had to know every last bit of information of what had happened during the game and after.
Her team won. During the first period, the Rogues scored two goals, but then the Capitals got one in, and the next period, they got in another. Third period ended and it went to overtime. They skated around the ice for a bit while Isla bit her nails and clenched her jaw and butt, watching as the puck was taken right out of the stick from the captain of the Capitals. The stars had aligned. The Rogue’s captain had a clear path, no one in his way, and the Capitals struggled to catch up to stop him, but he took his shot, and the goalie couldn’t stop him.
The entire stadium erupted in cheers.
Some people got to their feet to leave immediately after, hardly bothering to stay and watch the team embrace. Yeah, Isla knew that feeling of wanting to get out before the parking lot got bottlenecked with traffic, but she was staying. She cheered and threw her arms around Arturo’s neck and even kissed him.
His body tensed, as though her actions had shocked him, but that didn’t throw her off. She was too excited and she was going to hug and kiss someone, and he was the closest one to her since he’d paid for the other seats to be empty.
Then she was back to cheering and yelling with the rest of the stadium and riding her high of excitement.
Isla was actually panting for breath when she stopped. The horns were still blaring and the lights still flashed as the teams shook hands and prepared to leave the ice.
She felt like a kid as she watched them. She almost didn’t realize she was standing up with her hands on the glass, watching them get off the ice when she turned to look down at Arturo, who was still sitting in his seat, watching her.
He had an expression on his face that she’d never seen before, and definitely couldn’t name.
She was a jewelry designer, not a writer or a face expression… person… whatever! Writer. She’d call it that. She didn’t have the vocabulary to describe that thoughtful expression, because she was too excited about the winning goal, and she hadn’t made it her living to think about the way people looked.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking down at herself. With her luck, one of her breasts might’ve popped out of her dress, nipple exposed as she leapt up from her seat.
No. Everything looked to be in working order.
Arturo just smiled and shook his head before getting to his feet. “Nothing. Come on. I promised you would meet the team.”
The reminder of his promise made her forget about that look he’d been giving her. She looped her arm through his and let him lead her to the door.
“Wasn’t about to let you take me away after you promised me something as amazing as meeting the team.”
It was insanely crowded when she and Arturo made it to the door. There were a lot of people trying to get to their cars, but for the first time ever, Isla didn’t have to worry about that, because by the time she finished with the team, a lot of the crowd would be gone.
And the team was great. She met the other owner and watched as he and Arturo shook hands like old friends. Well, the guy who owned the other half of the team shook Arturo’s hand like a friend, but Arturo looked more like a polite businessman. Or maybe she was just reading a little too much into that. He was smiling, and she had to remind herself that Arturo wasn’t a normal guy. He was a billionaire businessman. That meant he had to stay pretty guarded around everyone. That soft smile on his face might be genuine happiness hidden behind a mask of quasi indifference. She’d probably never know.
But then Isla proved herself to be a terrible date when she completely forgot about what Arturo might be hiding or protecting, even here in a professional NHL locker room, because that was when she got to shake hands with members of the team and hug her favorites, which was most of them, and they even gave her a signed jersey.
She didn’t care if the guys were all sweaty and tired, or if the room smelled like, well, a locker room, this was like all her dreams and every Christmas and birthday she would ever have rolled into one. Isla was losing her damned mind.
She got to stay with them for nearly twenty minutes, asking questions and just being a fan girl. Considering how hard they’d worked and how much they probably wanted to get out of their gear,

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Apa hari yang mengerikan, yang total dusta karena dia mempunyai waktu fricken nya ' hidup!Oke, ia harus menenangkan. Isla harus menggelengkan kepalanya sedikit, seolah-olah mengusir apa pun itu yang membuat dia begitu bahagia dan gelisah, dan kemudian ketik ulang nya teks untuk Jane. Dia harus membiarkan dia tahu semua rinciannya, meskipun Jane mungkin menyaksikan permainan di TV dan juga telah melihat Isla dan Arturo's beruap ciuman.Tidak masalah. Ia harus memberikan temannya play-by-play karena dia terlalu terkutuk bersemangat dan tidak ada kemungkinan dia akan menenangkan, paling tidak sampai jari-jarinya texted semua kegembiraan dari dirinya. Jane harus tahu setiap terakhir sedikit informasi apa yang telah terjadi selama permainan dan setelah.Tim nya memenangkan. Selama periode pertama, bajingan mencetak dua gol, tetapi kemudian ibu punya satu dalam, dan periode berikutnya, mereka mendapat lain. Ketiga periode berakhir dan pergi ke lembur. Mereka meluncur di sekitar es untuk sedikit sementara Isla sedikit kuku dan mengepalkan rahang dan pantat, menonton seperti keping diambil langsung dari tongkat dari Kapten ibukota nya. Bintang-bintang telah selaras. Nakal 's Kapten memiliki jalur yang jelas, tidak ada orang di jalan, dan ibukota berjuang untuk mengejar ketinggalan untuk menghentikannya, tetapi dia mengambil ditembak, dan Kiper tidak bisa menghentikannya.Seluruh Stadion meletus dalam sorak-sorai.Beberapa orang harus kaki mereka untuk meninggalkan segera setelah itu, hampir tidak mengganggu untuk menginap dan menonton merangkul tim. Ya, Isla tahu bahwa perasaan ingin keluar sebelum tempat parkir mendapat bottlenecked dengan lalu lintas, tetapi dia tinggal. Dia bersorak dan melemparkan lengannya di sekitar Arturo di leher dan bahkan menciumnya.Tubuhnya tegang, seolah-olah tindakannya punya membuatnya terkejut, tetapi yang tidak membuang nya. Dia adalah terlalu bersemangat dan ia akan memeluk dan menciumnya seseorang, dan dia adalah satu terdekat kepadanya karena ia telah membayar untuk kursi lain menjadi kosong.Kemudian ia kembali ke bersorak-sorai dan berteriak dengan sisa Stadion dan naik tinggi Nya kegembiraan.Isla sebenarnya terengah-engah ketika dia berhenti. Tanduk-tanduk yang masih menggelegar dan lampu-lampu yang masih berkelebat sebagai tim bersalaman dan siap untuk meninggalkan es.Dia merasa seperti seorang anak ketika ia melihat mereka. Dia hampir tidak menyadari dia berdiri dengan tangannya di atas kaca, menonton mereka turun es ketika dia berpaling untuk melihat ke bawah pada Arturo, yang masih duduk di kursinya, memandangnya.Dia memiliki ekspresi wajahnya yang ia belum pernah lihat sebelumnya, dan pasti tidak bisa nama.Dia adalah seorang desainer perhiasan, tidak seorang penulis atau ekspresi wajah... orang... apa pun! Penulis. Dia mau menyebutnya itu. Dia tidak punya kosa kata untuk menggambarkan ekspresi yang bijaksana, karena dia terlalu bersemangat tentang tujuan menang, dan dia tidak membuatnya tampak hidup Nya untuk berpikir tentang cara orang.“What’s wrong?” she asked, looking down at herself. With her luck, one of her breasts might’ve popped out of her dress, nipple exposed as she leapt up from her seat.No. Everything looked to be in working order.Arturo just smiled and shook his head before getting to his feet. “Nothing. Come on. I promised you would meet the team.”The reminder of his promise made her forget about that look he’d been giving her. She looped her arm through his and let him lead her to the door.“Wasn’t about to let you take me away after you promised me something as amazing as meeting the team.”It was insanely crowded when she and Arturo made it to the door. There were a lot of people trying to get to their cars, but for the first time ever, Isla didn’t have to worry about that, because by the time she finished with the team, a lot of the crowd would be gone.And the team was great. She met the other owner and watched as he and Arturo shook hands like old friends. Well, the guy who owned the other half of the team shook Arturo’s hand like a friend, but Arturo looked more like a polite businessman. Or maybe she was just reading a little too much into that. He was smiling, and she had to remind herself that Arturo wasn’t a normal guy. He was a billionaire businessman. That meant he had to stay pretty guarded around everyone. That soft smile on his face might be genuine happiness hidden behind a mask of quasi indifference. She’d probably never know.But then Isla proved herself to be a terrible date when she completely forgot about what Arturo might be hiding or protecting, even here in a professional NHL locker room, because that was when she got to shake hands with members of the team and hug her favorites, which was most of them, and they even gave her a signed jersey.She didn’t care if the guys were all sweaty and tired, or if the room smelled like, well, a locker room, this was like all her dreams and every Christmas and birthday she would ever have rolled into one. Isla was losing her damned mind.She got to stay with them for nearly twenty minutes, asking questions and just being a fan girl. Considering how hard they’d worked and how much they probably wanted to get out of their gear,