“Fuck off, Kovacic,” he huffs.
Wes leans over and whispers, “We’ll stop givin’ you shit when you make a fuckin’ move.”
Nico stares daggers at him. “Make a move on Blake first.”
“I don’t want Blake,” Wes groans, exasperated by again having to remind everyone that they’re just friends.
“And I don’t want Ivy.”
“Except you do,” I tease, and Nico’s face falls in surprise.
“You, too, Z?”
“Gotta have a little fun before the game, don’t I?”
“I figured Cameron did that for you,” he grumbles, and Cam elbows him in the side.
“Shut the fuck up, man.”
“Sorry,” Nico sighs. “Let’s just get this game going.”
Nico takes his spot on the bench as Cam, Wes, Bet, Sid, and I take our positions at center ice.
The ref drops the puck, and Cameron immediately snags it, passing it over to Wes, who then starts taking it down the ice. There’s a defender on him, but Bet knocks him into the boards so Wes can keep going.
When the second defender comes up on the other side of him, Wes manages to pass the puck over to me before he’s hit into the boards himself.
With Atlanta focusing on Wes before, I get a breakaway and head straight to the net. The goalie stares me down, but I’ve played against her before. The upper right corner of the goal has always been her weak spot.
I bring my stick back and send the puck right into that corner, and the buzzer immediately sounds, signaling my goal.
We’re twenty seconds into our first game as the Comets, and I’ve knocked in our first goal.
The first goal in Colorado Comets’ history.
“Yes!” Cam shouts as he and Wes make a beeline straight to me.
“Nice shot, Z!” Wes smiles, clapping his gloved hand on my shoulder.
I throw my head back with a bright smile whileEyes Closedby Imagine Dragons plays in the background. I guess that’s going to be our goal song.
The rest of the game, we’re on fire, and the Comets take the win over the Axolotls 4-1. Isla, Wes, and Asher join me with goals of their own, and Lev only gave up one goal in thirty-seven shots.
The women’s locker room after is loud and raucous. I can only imagine the men’s is the same way after such a strong start to our season.
Since I take some time after the game to talk to Coach Leverson about our performance, the rest of the girls are gone by the time I make it into the shower.
My plan is to make this as quick as possible so I can find Cameron after, but when I hear the door open before the lock clicks, I get the feeling he found me first.
“You’re coming to murder me, aren’t you?”
I hear the sound of clothing hitting the floor before my boyfriend slides open the shower curtain in all his naked glory.
AndGodis he glorious when he’s naked.
“Wouldn’t dream of murdering you, Zhuri baby,” he teases, sliding the curtain shut behind him and immediately prowling over to me. “I’d miss you too fucking much.”
I turn to face him and drape my arms around his neck. “It’s dangerous for you to be in here, you know.”
