“There she is,” Lori said, placing her hands on her hips. “You’re late.” I snorted. “I’m not late. You’re early.” Jessica, the more composed of the two, gave me a gentle smile. “Ready to watch your star player?” She winked, clearly hinting at Enzo. I laughed. “Always.” “I still can’t believe
The excitement of the game always sent adrenaline pumping through my veins, but today’s energy was mixed with a bittersweet emotion. Knowing it was my last game here had everyone, including myself, a bit on edge. The locker room was abuzz with the usual pre-game chatter, players discussing strateg
The clamor and excitement of the hockey rink surrounded me, but amidst the cacophony, I felt a million miles away. The brilliant white of the ice, the fast-paced movement of the players, the occasional brush of cold air that swept past—it was all so familiar and yet so foreign. Lori and Jessica sa
“Oh my gosh, you're Enzo Rivers’ wife!” one of them exclaimed. The other girl’s gaze darted between Lori, Jessica, and me, her excitement morphing into mischief. “Wait, were you guys talking about a baby? Is there going to be a little hockey star on the way?” My heart raced, panic setting in. Th
All around me, the stadium echoed with the intensity of the last few minutes of the game. The players moved at a frenetic pace, each moment on the rink more nail-biting than the last. Enzo’s team was a goal down, but I knew better than to lose hope, especially with Enzo’s uncanny ability to pull s
There was a mix of cheers and murmurs, but eventually, the stadium’s atmosphere shifted to congratulate and support Matt, who looked both humbled and elated. Lori and Jessica looked at me, their expressions a mix of shock and sympathy. “Did you know he was going to say that?” Jessica whispered.
The cold, sharp bite of the ice-rink’s air faded as the sounds of the crowd grew deafening. Making my way down toward the rink, I felt the surge of warmth wrap around me long before I realized it was Enzo, embracing me tightly amidst the throng. His uniform, still damp with sweat, clung to him but
“We did good,” Enzo corrected with a grin. As Matt and Enzo chatted about their final victory together, I glanced over, distracted from the festivities, and my gaze settled on a familiar figure. Luke stood by himself, leaning against the dimly lit wall. His posture, though relaxed, belied the conc