It Wasn’t The First Time Mason Had Ended Up In Her Treatment Room — And
it wasn’t the first time mason had ended up in her treatment room — and knowing him, it wouldn’t be the last. harper had come to expect the combination of ego and deflection that followed him through the door, all six-foot-something of him acting like every injury was just part of the game. "oh, right," she said flatly, one brow arching as she examined the damage. "so this doesn’t hurt?" she said applying more pressure. the wince that flickered across his features told her everything. "yeah, that’s what i thought." she stepped back, exhaling through her nose as she moved toward the cabinet, gloves snapping off her hands with a quiet finality. "mason, this isn’t just a bruise you can shake off on the court." her tone wasn’t cruel, but it was cutting. "your body is your entire job, and if you want to keep doing it for more than five years, maybe start listening to the woman who’s literally paid to keep you standing." she paused, glanced over her shoulder. “this might even be out of my hands, mason. and if i’m saying that? it’s time to take it seriously.” her voice dropped slightly, something quieter there. “i wish it was just me being dramatic.”
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"don't you think you're being a tad dramatic?" for all he knew, he could have a broken nose. instead of owning up to his mistake, he deflected, trying to bring some light to the situation. it was classic mason — never wanting anyone to be mad at him, despite creating a situation where someone should be. "it's not as bad as it looks. it barely even hurts."
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" yeah , what are you saying ? cause last time i checked , i just turned 29 . . right ? . . . but look , at this point i'm starting to think you might be the only one would who would put up with my nonsense. guess i better start working on my proposal skills . . . you know , just in case. "
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"remember that dumb pact we made when we were little stating that we'd marry each other if we're single by like thirty?"
riley's heart skipped a beat as she collided with the guy, the impact knocking the breath out of her as his water tumbler soared through the air, followed by what could only be described as a moment of complete and utter chaos. her coffee cup wobbled dangerously in her hand, and for a second, she thought it was going to spill all over her. but nope, she somehow managed to keep it upright, which was a small victory in itself. she glanced at the tumbler — now rolling across the floor — and immediately felt a wave of mortification. “oh, god, i’m so sorry,” she blurted, instinctively reaching out to steady herself, though she couldn’t quite tell if she was apologizing for the collision or the aftermath of water flying everywhere. when she looked up, the guy was grinning at her, a teasing smile on his lips that somehow disarmed her frustration. he wasn’t angry — no, he was... amused. great. that made her feel so much better. she ran a hand through her hair, trying to regain some shred of composure, though it didn’t help at all. “i swear, i’m usually way more coordinated than this,” she said. her eyes flicked to the machine, which had now become the object of her absolute disdain. "i’m definitely not here to fix it, sorry to bring you even more tragedy,” she added, nodding toward the malfunctioning snack dispenser like it was the source of all her current embarrassment. she took a deep breath and then gave him a half-smile. "i usually just do this..” which was then followed by her kicking the machine enough to give it a bit of a shake, hoping that it would work in her favor.
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he was in the middle of a very serious negotiation with the lobby vending machine when someone collided into him at full speed, sending his water tumbler flying ( and his dignity ) right along with it. "jesus—" felix started, but then he turned to face them - wide eyes, out-of-breath, clutching a coffee cup like it was a lifeline - and, well, he wasn't exactly mad anymore. "you always body-check strangers or am i just special?" he teased, stepping back just enough to get a better look. they were flustered, clearly in a rush, but there was a certain electric aura, like they could talk their way in or out of anything if given five uninterrupted minutes. "please tell me you're here to fix this thing," he nodded at the vending machine, "because i'm one lost snack away from a full breakdown."
" stunnin' face ? you lot really are dangerous with compliments over here. look, maybe i came for the moral support and maybe i stayed for the fights — and maybe, maybe, the view from my seat just so happens to be decent. hockey’s chaotic, violent, and dramatic. i’m a theatre girl, raph. i was bound to fall for it eventually. besides, it’s not like you’re exactly forgettable on the ice. consider me an intrigued convert. "
" and you're not ? just tagging along for moral support or did someone catch your eye along the way ? all the way from the uk and supporting me weekly , think hockey's growing on your sweetheart -- who can really complaining at such a stunnin' face ? "
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