On Thin Ice 2 by Victoria Villeneuve

On Thin Ice 2
    The days turned into weeks after Daniel and I decided to just be friends , and even though I preferred being friends with him to ignoring him completely, it was tough. Having to keep my hands off him, not being able to grab him, pull him to me and kiss him until my lips were dry was so incredibly difficult, I almost couldn’t stand it.
    I couldn’t help it. Every time I saw him, my heart fluttered. My pulse raced, my chest heaved and my blood felt like it was on fire. I had no idea why I reacted this way to the sight of him. Was it his muscular body, Daniel being the perfect example of a prime human specimen?
    No, somehow it felt like more than that. I had seen hot men before. Sure, none of them were NHL stars, captain of their team, but there was something different about Daniel. There was a connection between us. For one thing, I think unlike everyone else in here, Daniel understood my pain.
    He understood what it was like to lose something important, and as a result to lose the fire that used to live inside of him. I hadn’t told him about that night that changed my life. I didn’t tell him about my sister. He hadn’t told me the entire story about his injury either. I knew his MCL and ACL were torn. I had been in medical school, after all. But I didn’t know the rest. I knew there was more to that story, and I knew Daniel would share when he was ready. But for now, we just knew that we were two people going through a similar situation. We knew what the other one felt, and even without either of us revealing more details than we were comfortable with, we knew each other.
    He was addicted to painkillers, I was addicted to alcohol. Both of us turned to addictive substances to try and forget what had happened to us. I wanted him so much, both mind and body. This was more than just a physical attraction. I liked him . I wanted to know more about him, know about his life, know about his hopes and dreams. But the two of us knew there wasn’t a chance anything could happen between us. After all, if anything did, we would both be kicked out of the rehab centre, and neither of us were in a position to go back to the outside world just yet. Daniel had just arrived a few weeks ago, and was still trying to get himself in a good place mentally. For myself, I’d been here a while, and my withdrawal symptoms were gone, but the deep seated, underlying problems that led to my alcohol addiction certainly weren’t fixed.
    So instead, I had to settle with simply being friends with Daniel. I knew neither one of us were happy with the situation. I could see the desire in his eyes every time he looked at me. I could practically feel his eyes on my ass when I walked away from him, and I wiggled it just a little bit extra for him as my own body reacted to the knowledge of his glance, the muscles of my sex clenching with desire.
    It was a constant battle between my body: a part of me enjoyed spending time with Daniel. He was a nice guy, he was funny, he was actually pretty smart for an athlete, and he understood me. But at the same time, a part of me wanted to hide away from him. It was torture to look into those gorgeous eyes, to stare at that gorgeous body when he took his shirt off and know that I couldn’t have it. It took all my willpower not to grab him and drag him into my bedroom, rip off his clothes and have him take me like I’d never been taken before.
    One thing that really stuck out to me, that I noticed more than anything, was that Daniel’s competitive spirit had definitely not died away. Once a week everyone in the rehab center played sports. Usually it was some sort of team sport, like soccer or touch football, or volleyball. Sometimes we would do individual sprinting, or various track and field events. I noticed over and over that no matter what sport we played, Daniel always played it to the limit. He had absolutely not lost his competitive edge.
    Whenever I saw him beat everyone else in a race for the