"Last night as I lay sleeping, love,
A vision came to me.
It was of you and I, my love,
A wondrous sight to see.

And in the dream I had, my love,
I reached and touched your face
I clasped your hand in mine, my love,

I pressed my lips to yours, my love,
To taste your kiss so sweet
You held me for a minute, love,
In this moment that did fleet.

I wakened from the dream, my love,
With a thought of you that stayed
With me throughout the day, my love,
And never once did fade."

-- Unknown

H U D S O N

You always do that.

Do what?

Stare at your fingers, it's almost like you're counting them. Are you nervous around me?

It's not that, Kimmie.

What is it?

I sometimes feel like I don't fit into your world.

Do you think I fit in it?

You slay at everything you do, Kimmie, you're a fucking natural.

I remember the way she bit her lip when I said that.

I remember the way she leaned closer and her nose brushed against mine.

I remember the curve of her thighs around mine and the sound of her moan in my ear.

"You're going to make me come, Lee,"

"Isn't that the whole fucking point?"

There's a game tonight, and I can't play because I'm a player who can't remember the name of every chick he fucked. Like how in the ever loving world I'm I supposed to do that?

I'm also stuck on babysitting duty; okay rephrase that, dog-sitting duty. Zac. I don't know how Nick got him on a plane, I also don't know how I ended up here, dog-sitting. I'm guessing Nick thought it was cool because I've lived with him so I know everything about him.

Nick scores a goal on the TV and Zac barks. Yep, he knows his owner. I'm I sad about this? Of course I fucking am. Because hockey is literally the only thing keeping me from thinking about Kimmie every fucking time. And now I'm stuck, while my agent tries to figure out how to fix me. We met with Miss Andrade yet again, and it was less eventful than the first time. At least T kept his mouth shut.

The hotel's phone rings and I answer it.

"Hudson Ace?" The female voice asks; and for a moment, I pause to think of who knows I'm in this hotel. Right, everyone.

"Yeah?"

"You have a visitor,"

Visitor?

"Um, can I know who it is?"

"Kimberly Summers," the attendant's voice sounds a little too excited.

That freezes me. What is she doing here? Did she come here to see me?

"Oh yeah, yeah, let her in," I gulp.

I dash to the mirror and I take a look at myself. I'm in a vest and joggers and my hair is in a huge mess, just like my life right now. I don't fix anything though, I just answer the door when I hear a faint knock.

"Zac!" Is the first thing she screams as Zac runs towards her. "Hey buddy how you doing?"

I feel like the odd one out. Like how the fuck does she even know Zac huh?

"Hi," she breathes when our eyes meet.

"Hey," I choke, followed by a small cough. "Can I take your coat?" I ask and she nods, a small smile playing on her lips.

"Yeah yeah," she sighs as she turns her back towards me, and I take the long red coat off of her.

And then I see it.

"I want you to wear this all the time,"

"It's a custom made necklace with my name for you on it, Kimmie,"

I gulp as she picks her bag from the floor, which I didn't see he drop, and then we share an awkward smile before she goes to sit on the couch.

No one knows we dated in college.

So who's fucking idea was this?

Oh shit, Terence.

Fucking Terence.

I know I shouldn't have told anyone.

"I'm sorry if this is uncomfortable for you," she sighs. "Nick just wants me to make sure you don't cook Zac for dinner,"

"Ah," I chuckle. "I'm good, just text Nick that the Hotel is in charge of all food issues," I say and then my eyes flicker to the game on TV and back to Kim. "Or you can just text his Fiancee,"

"Will do," she chuckles as I go back to watching the game. One goal from Nick, and the commentators are saying stuff about my game suspension. Nope, not listening to them.

"Have you fixed your problem?" She asks, her voice coming off a little too casual. If I thought being in the same room with Kimmie was going to be awkward, I certainly didn't think about the high amount of tension cloaking the atmosphere. It's way too hot all of a sudden.

"Well, I'm seated at home instead of skating around the rink, so, take a quick guess," I feign a smile as she chuckles.

"I remember how you hated being benched," she chuckles more and suddenly she stops, when I'm staring at her, my tongue hanging in my throat.

"Yeah I hated that," I smile, more to myself than her.

Alex scores a goal and she makes a little excited noise. No goals from my home team yet.

"Why so glum?" She asks. "You guys are winning anyway,"

She's doing a damn good job at acting like she's not pissed at me for ending things. Or maybe she's just over it, maybe she's fixed things with madman Tony.

"Like you said, you know how much I hate being benched, right Zac?" I look at the German Shepherd for assistance but he ignores me for the TV. Smart.

"Yeah, whatever," she smiles, her eyes focused on her phone.

"Hey mommy," I hear her say, luckily the phone is on speaker so I can make out who she's talking to.

"Way to remind me that I'm showing," I hear Brittany on the phone and I roll my eyes.

"You're also a dog mom," Kimmie chuckles. "You don't have to worry, Le-Hudson hasn't fried him yet, so he's good,"

"Okay, okay, I saw T before the game, he said to tell you to spend the night if you want, don't know why though," Bri laughs and my eyes flicker to Kim and back to the TV.

"I don't want to see any abandoned jockstraps, I'll go back to my room in an hour haha," Kim laughs, followed by a husky breath.

Abandoned jockstraps. The thought brings a smile to my face.

I forgot how easy it was for her to get to me.

So fucking easy.

She's off the phone in seconds, and room service gets us a pizza for the night.

"You can stay, if you want, I'll sleep on T's bed," I say, my eyes focused on the game but my mind focused solely on her.

"No, it's fine, my room is only a couple dozen doors away," she says, her eyes focused on her phone. "Besides, I don't want to make you uncomfortable," she sighs.

"Right, I forgot," I sigh, a pained chuckle following afterwards. Zac is paying no attention to us, his attention given to the pizza in front of him. He's a fucking human being, that's what I've always told Nick.

"Hey," I say and she looks up at me, and suddenly I'm reminded of the way she kisses, they way she made sure to leave marks on the skin of my back. "Um, I don't mean to pry, but what I heard from you and Tony, is that true?"

"It's not a big issue, Lee, and I don't need you giving me that look,"

"You're doing that,"

"Doing what?"

"Making excuses for someone you care about,"

She's silent for a moment, almost like she's gauging what I just said.

"I'm fine, it's not like you care," she stands to her feet. "Try not to kill Zac, okay," she grabs her coat and heads towards the door. I'm on my feet in seconds.

"Wait, I didn't say you should leave," I gulp, my million emotions slapping me in the face.

"Like talking about my current boyfriend with my ex boyfriend isn't the most awkward thing in the universe," She mumbles but I hear her anyway.

"Kimmie," I say, my voice coming huskier than intended.

She examines me for a second, her eyes roaming around my chest and face, and........torso.

"Goodnight, Lee," she sighs, walking out the door without so much as a second look at me.

I guess I got that one coming.

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The guys won the game anyway, and we're at the bar down the hotel basement, celebrating. Well, not everyone, the two daddies of the team are performing their various daddy duties, while I'm stuck with and excited Terence and a stone-faced Alex.

"I'm sorry, Kevin had to replace you and the commentators had a lot to say about him," T says and I roll my eyes, clearly hiding the way I honestly feel about being suspended.

Horrible.

"I missed you in the rink though," Alex says, his eyes focused on his drink. Beef aside, Alex and I play well together, a lot. "Kevin's ego is way too huge for the ice,"

"Says the guy with an ego as big as his dick," T whistles and Alex faces him with an icy glare.

"I'm not in the mood for dick chats," I groan.

"I'm going to get a refill of this," T sighs as he leaves our table.

"Your girlfriend is here," Alex whistles, his eyes focused on his drink.

"Huh?" I mutter and he raises a brow at me. He gives me an icy glare as usual, so I bite the bullet and I look behind me.

Of course she's seated there. With her fucking boyfriend.

"You do realize we return to Seattle the day after tomorrow, right?" Alex sighs, still focused on his drink.

"Uh-huh," I mumble.

"You have to talk to her, you have to tell her everything, she deserves to know," he pins me with a stare.

"You mean the same way you told Jo everything before you married a fucking princess?"

"The early you realize that this isn't about me, the easier this is going to be,"

"What's the point? She's already moved on, no need to drag her back to the past," I take a quick glance at her. The slow bob of her throat and the shaking of her hands. Something doesn't feel right. "And why I'm I having this conversation with you?"

"I don't know, you tell me," he smiles, it's for a split second and then he's back to frowning.

"Look, I'm not telling her, she's happy, and as long as she is, I don't care if it's with me or not,"

"Happy with her current relationship? Oh, I certainly doubt that,"

"Whether she ends or stays in that relationship is completely her decision, not mine," I grumble, "And for fuck sakes, a person doesn't need to be in a relationship to be happy,"

"Says the guy fucking girls and forgetting their names," he pins me with a look.

"Nice try bro, but I don't feel guilty for breaking things up, if anything she deserved better than my broke ass,"

"What were you afraid of?" He's clearly pushing it. "Afraid that she'll wake up one morning and regret being with you?"

"Alex, I'd appreciate it if you kindly shut the fuck up," I groan, sitting backwards.

"Afraid she'd find someone else while being with you?"

"Shut your fucking mouth!"

"Afraid she'd need more that you can give her?"

My fist flies to his face and he falls to the ground. Next thing I know, he's on top of me, punching my face and belly from all directions. I get a few punches at him, but not before strong hands pull us apart, blood dripping from his lips, a coppery taste on my tongue.

"You don't know a fucking thing about me!" I yell at him. "you don't fucking know me!"

"That's all you can say," he spits out some blood.

"Fuck you Alex!"

"For what, for getting married to someone else? How many fucking times I'm I supposed to apologize? That's between me and Jo, you have no business getting mad about it!"

"She's my sister," I seethe.

"And you found out when? Two days ago?"

I don't say a word.

"You want to know what I think?" He chuckles bitterly, his Italian accent unhidden at this point. "I think you're just looking for something else to be mad about," he sighs as he leaves the bar, his footsteps receding.

"Lee, you're bleeding," it's Kimmie's voice I hear in my ear.

"My hockey career is a fucking mess right now," I say to myself as her warm hand wraps around my bruised arm.

"Kimberly," it's Tony's voice I hear next.

"He's passing out, call 911," Kimmie's voice again, louder and laced with tears.

"Lee...... please, stay with me," I hear her again.

"Kimmie," I call for her, but she seems so far away.

A/N

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