The Boyfriend Goal (Love and Hockey Book 1)

January 1

Dear Wesley,

I’m writing this on the plane! And in Comic Sans MS on my tablet. You can listen to it or read it.

By the way, did you know that real plane seats are tiny? You probably don’t because you have those cushy, fabulous seats with so much room but I like to remind you now and then of how the rest of us live.

I’m keeping busy on the plane, trying not to miss you by writing and reviewing my notes for my first training session. It’s—gasp—on Friday.

The best part? I’ll be teaching some high school students about the different resources we have available for research. I’m a big fan of the Internet myself. My favorite things to research? Top Five Positions for Mind-Blowing Sex. Don’t worry. I won’t share those tips.

Here’s a fun fact for you though—we’ve tried them all. But practice makes perfect, as they say. Maybe tonight when I get to the rental apartment I’ll google how to ride your man’s cock like a wild cowgirl.

Love,

Your dirty girl, Josie

My very dirty girl,

We should have a viewing party when you get to that rental. I’ll be waiting.

Wes

January 13

Dear Wesley,

Trying to wipe the freshly fucked grin off my face as I head into my third week of work. You’re as voracious with long-distance sex as you are in person. And as I walk into the library in the freezing cold of New England—seriously, this place is Antarctica levels, and I think my nipples are perma-hard here—I’m still thinking of the things you said last night, and the way you looked. Have I mentioned I love FaceTime? They should rename it FuckTime though.

Love,

Josie

Josie,

What did you say? I was thinking of your perma-hard nipples and my brain went offline.

Also, I’m about to get on that cushy plane for a road trip. It’s to the East Coast, but the wrong part. The big toe of Florida. If I were any closer I’d sneak off and see you. Not just because of the nips though. Because I fucking miss you every day and as much as I love FuckTime, I want the real thing.

Love, Wes

January 21

Dear Wesley,

I have an intern! She’s amazing. Her name is Penelope, she’s a mom to a ten-year-old boy, and she went back to school at age thirty-two to get her master’s degree. I adore her. She loves shoes, makeup, books, and her kid, though not in that order of course. We’re working on the digitization initiatives together and yesterday, we nerded out over metadata and how to best organize a catalog. It was heaven!

Then, we went to a taco shop with her son (who loves hockey, but the Boston team), and I asked them to turn on your game, and I seriously went wild when my boyfriend scored a goal. Penelope said, “That’s a boyfriend goal for you.”

That felt sort of apropos. To the game and also to you.

Love, Josie

Josie,

Got back to the hotel room late and crashed hard. The thought of you watching my game is still the hottest thing ever—you better have worn my jersey. Only a few more weeks now till I can see you again. P.S. I called Thalia to see if she needed help at any more Friends of the Library fundraisers, so I’ll be serving pancakes again next weekend.

Xo

Wes

Dear Wesley,

And I love you even more for volunteering at the library. I will reward you with several extra blow jobs. Wait. That’s a reward for me, too, given how much I love your dick.

Josie

Josie,

My dick loves you too, so it’s a reward for both of us.

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February 4

Dear Wesley,

I feel terrible doing this but my boss asked me to lead a seminar the day you were going to come visit. She needs me to fill in because the other librarian is sick. Flu season is the worst, but I’m sturdy, and I haven’t so much as had a sniffle.

I’m sorry! I hate long-distance. I miss you. But I passed a record shop the other day, and I popped in and asked them what someone who likes Ben Rogers, the Good Neighbors Band, and The Last Shadow Puppets would like, and well, surprise! The record shop in Hayes Valley should have dropped it off for you. It’s a consolation prize.

Josie

Josie,

I’m listening to this new Mini Mansions right now. I can’t stop thinking of you. But that’s every day.

Wes

February 14

Dear Wesley,

Six dozen pink roses! For the number of weeks left till I return to San Francisco! They’re perfect.

Love, Josie

Josie,

So are the chocolates you sent from Elodie’s. I had one. I’m savoring them.

P.S. It was great talking to you last night. I’m glad you’re loving it there.

Wes

February 15

Dear Wesley,

I do love it. I really do. But I love you too. And I wish I could see you. I had a hard day today.

Your Josie