Coaches daughter- connor bedard

Part 9

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Y/n's POV:After chatting with Connor on the phone, a craving for food seized me, prompting a spontaneous decision to venture out for a bite. With a flicker of excitement, I grabbed my keys and dashed out the door, the anticipation of a delicious meal propelling me forward.As I drove, my phone buzzed with a text from Connor, his inquiry about my whereabouts met with a casual response about my quest for food. To my surprise, he expressed interest in joining me, and before I knew it, I found myself navigating the streets to his address."Come on, bitch, we're going shopping!" Connor declared as he emerged from his house, a mischievous glint in his eyes. I rolled my eyes at his antics, but a smile tugged at my lips as he hopped into the car beside me."Hi, where do you want to go to eat?" I asked, glancing over at him."It doesn't matter," he replied nonchalantly, leaving the decision in my hands. With a decisive nod, I steered towards Chili's, a familiar favorite where we could indulge in good food and even better conversation.As we settled into our seats, the atmosphere buzzed with energy, our voices mingling amidst the clatter of cutlery and chatter of fellow diners. Over plates of steaming fajitas and bottomless baskets of chips, we delved into topics ranging from hockey to hobbies, our laughter filling the air like music."So, I have this hockey game coming up," Connor broached the subject hesitantly, his gaze fixed anywhere but on me. "I was wondering if you'd like to come."A warmth spread through me at the invitation, and I nodded eagerly. "Of course, I'd love to," I replied, unable to suppress the smile that blossomed across my face."Good, I have an extra jersey if you want it," Connor offered, a smirk playing at his lips."Sure, I'll take it," I accepted with a smirk of my own, relishing the playful banter between us.After polishing off our meals and engaging in animated conversation, Connor surprised me by insisting on covering the bill, despite my protests. As we exited the restaurant, he darted ahead to hold the door open for me, a chivalrous gesture that warmed my heart."So, what do you want to do now?" he inquired, his eyes bright with anticipation."Ice cream?" he suggested with a casual shrug, and I nodded in agreement, a smile spreading across my lips.And so, we found ourselves at a quaint ice cream shop, greeted by the sweet scent of freshly churned treats. After a brief deliberation, we placed our orders, engaging in a playful tug-of-war over who would foot the bill.As we strolled along the sidewalk, savoring our ice cream cones, I couldn't help but feel a chill in the air. Sensing my discomfort, Connor offered me his hoodie without hesitation, a gesture that filled me with warmth both inside and out."Thanks, Connor," I murmured gratefully, wrapping myself in the comforting embrace of his garment.Eventually, the evening drew to a close, and I reluctantly dropped Connor off at his house, still clad in his hoodie. As I navigated the familiar streets on the way home, I couldn't shake off the lingering sense of contentment that enveloped me, a testament to the bond forged through laughter, good food, and shared experiences.