“Hopefully he isn’t being too hard on them at practice.”
“Even if he is, it would be worth it.”
I know I’ve been sleeping for what feels forever, but a little cat nap won’t hurt. So I do just that, passing out cuddled next to Ethan and trying to let all the anxious thoughts evade me while I rest.
CHAPTER 31
“Skate faster,” Coach yells from where he’s idling on the ice.
Yeah, he’s fucking pissed.
I was already sore from fucking his daughter straight for a week, so this takes the cake.
Either way, it’s worth it.
He can make me do as many drills as he wants. I’m not going anywhere.
She said she loved me.
I smile to myself as I skate over the goal line and catch my breath.
“Are you fucking smiling during suicides?” Martel pants next to me.
“You’d be smiling too,” I tell him.
He rolls his eyes at me as we skate to the bench to grab water.
“Well, I’m not smiling because we all know that drill was punishment for you touching… no… defiling the coach’s daughter.”
“Fuck off.”
“What I want to know is how the fuck did that go with Connery there? Don’t you hate his guts?”
“Yes,” I reply sharply.
“Yes, you hate him? Yes, what?”
“I’m working on my hatred of him.”
Martel smacks my shoulder. “I think this is what they call maturing or personal growth.”
“I didn’t say I liked him.”
“Right. Is this one of those enemies to lovers things?”
I bump him hard with my hip, and he laughs, spitting his water out of his mouth.
“What’s so funny?” Coach Applegate asks, standing before us.
“Nothing, sir,” I reply.
“Are you su—” I slap Martel in the stomach before he can finish his sentence.
“I’d like to see you and Connery in my office after practice,” Coach says before skating off.
Martel makes a hissing noise next to me.
“Oh shit. Do you think he’s going to clean his shotgun at his desk while he tells you how disappointed he is? Or maybe he’ll just stare at you and Connery, letting his disappointment leak through the silence.”
