#Chapter 173 Confrontations

Carol’s POV Speaking to Allen was not something I wanted to do. But I knew it was necessary. I was so nervous about it though. I hated awkward conversations, and I just wanted to get this over with. I waited until after practice before I called him into my office. I avoided eye contact with him for most of the evening until this point and my heart was hammering as he walked through the door. He was dressed casually now; no longer wearing his hockey uniform. He wore a pair of jeans and a T-shirt, and I would be blind if I didn’t notice the muscles bulging out of his tight shirt. But my heart didn’t belong to him, nor did my kisses. I was still upset about what happened the other night despite knowing he was drunk and out of his own control. I watched him as he closed the door behind him and shoved his hands in his front pockets. He kept his gaze fixed on the ground and I could see a hint of redness around his cheeks like he was embarrassed. I knew at that moment he remembered wh