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jhugs86 all right. who gave her the sweater? 😐

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ol1veo1l ITS CUTE!! i love the color
jhugs86 take it off or get out

duckduckzegras YORKY
jhugs86 i bet you she has no idea who he is bro
ol1veo1l i love yorkies

swissneeks jack.. your girlfriend and i may have to have a chat
ol1veo1l alright cap! give me a time and place

markystopah burn it
ol1veo1l googled the team.. the goalie kinda hot
jhugs86 what.

sassykassie okay but be honest. she looks damn good in a jersey
jhugs86 she would look better in mine
ol1veo1l give me one 🫣

"I'm only taking it off if you give me one of yours." Olive stated, laughing hysterically every time Jack would look to her with a face stuck between a glare and a pout. She hadn't had an idea that the sweater was for a hockey team when she grabbed it, just that she liked he vibrant orange.

"You think their tendy's hot." Jack mumbled, letting out a dramatic huff from the love seat he was sat in. They were at his and Quinns house, wanting a spend a day by the lake only for Olive to get stuck on the couch with her song book.

"I don't even remember his name." Olive let out another laugh, closing her book and tossing it down as she stood. "Are you really upset that I said that or.."

"I mean, you could meet Carter and—"

"Jacky, don't bull shit me. How would I ever meet him and why would I ever want him over you?" Olive made her way over to him, positioning herself to stand between his legs.

"He's good?" Jack mumbled, but she could see that he wasn't all that worried.

He was just trying to get a rise out of her but it wasn't working. Olive felt bad for the way she treated Jack when they met, couldn't bring herself to be mean to him like that ever again.

But she could get a rise out of him easy. She knew how to press his buttons. She wondered if she could press them enough to where this sweet, gentle Jack was no longer.

"Actually, if we're talking about hot hockey players, I know a few." Olive did her best poker face. She didn't know many players, but Kassie had named enough guys she'd found herself attracted to that she had a few names in mind. Usually Kassie would show her pictures, which if Olive truly found them attractive, it was hard to forget their names.

Jack sat up, hands reaching for her hips, "who?"

"For starters, Nico. He followed me on instagram and Jacky, you never said he was that hot." His thumbs pressed at her thighs, trying to keep a smile.

"Neeks is a good lookin' guy." Jack shrugged, "who else? Just like so I know who not to introduce you to."

"Oh.. um, Crosby?" She couldn't think with his hands on her like that, drawing circles into her bare skin.

"Baby, that's Crosby." Jack retorted with a chuckle, pulling her closer until her chest pressed against his. "Who's the hottest player in the league?" Him, undoubtedly.

Olive wouldn't say that though, "Mitch Marner." That one seemed to get to him, drawing him to finally pull her in.

"Get this stupid jersey off." Jack muttered, his lips merely centimeters from hers. Olive didn't know what she was doing, caught between his legs and the way his rough voice sounded.

She tugged the jersey over her head, left in her biker shorts and sports bra. Jack still didn't meet her mouth, instead, he kissed against her collar bone. They were both surprised, too caught up in the moment to care how much it had escalated.

Olive let her fingers comb through his hair, which had been freshly cut (she had a few complaints). He littered soft, open mouthed kisses along her chest.

"Jack." Olive sighed longingly, her eyes watching the door in fear that one of the guys would arrive home any second. Trevor and Jamie were still in town, deciding to go to some shops. She hadn't known where Quinn was but there was a high probability of him coming home.

"Hmm?" Jack looked to her through his lashes, smiling innocently as if he wasn't driving her crazy.

"I don't think the livingroom is the best place—"

As if Trevor knew now would be the worst possible time to come in, he was bursting through the front door. His laugh loud, bags of unnecessary items in his arms as Jamie trailed behind. Olive scurried from Jack, searching for her sweater.

It was too late, "oh! Sock it before you rock it!" Trevor shouted, but proceeded to walk into the livingroom without a care. Jamie, however, was red faced, but found the jersey.

"Here, sorry." Jamie kept his eyes low, though she'd only been in a sports bra and it wasn't anything he wouldn't see at the local gym.

"No way." Jack too the jersey, tossing it aside as his girlfriend stood bewildered in the center of the room.

Trevor didn't seem to care, too focused on wanting to show off what he'd bought. Olive glared at her boyfriend, who was leaving her in the livingroom with the two.

"Tryna turn Jacky boy into a man?" Trevor asked nonchalantly, Olive clutching around herself with her face growing increasingly hotter.

"Shut it." Olive bit back, feeling a comforting hand on her shoulder.

"Here, baby." Jack held out a t-shirt and she gladly took it. It was a Devils shirt, marked with his number and last name.

"Thanks." Olive tugged the shirt over her body, going back to where she'd sat before. Jack followed her, letting his arms wrap around her, keeping a comfortable space between them.

"I'm sorry." Jack whispered, pressing a soft kiss to her temple.

"It's okay, it's just Z and Jamie." She mumbled, she wasn't all that freaked out. If it had been anyone else (Quinn) she may have died from embarrassment. Though, she was expecting the groupchat to blow up soon enough with Trevor deciding to tell them what he walked in on.

"So... the flyers?" Trevor asked awkwardly when he realized how quiet the room had gone.

"Dude."