The crowd loses their minds around us as my heart races.
Did he just…
“For you,” he mouths.
For me.
Holy shit.
I might not know much about sports but even I know it means something when an athlete claims you on their turf.
My hand shakes as I place it over my heart and nod back. A beautiful smile covers his face as Kellan and Calvin come up behind him.
I watch as they steer him toward the net.
“Girl, he’s got it bad. I’ve never seen him like this,” Cora teases as she tosses her arm around me.
“He’s not the only one,” I murmur.
My eyes dart to the buzzer, and I smile. We’re down to thirty seconds, and the boys are taking the puck down the ice to the other side. The buzzer sounds as soon as the puck hits the back of the opposing team’s net.
Kellan and the guys jump on each other at the other end of the rink, making me laugh. My eyes leave them and go to Lyla.She’s jumping up and down next to Cora, screaming their heads off.
Fuck me, is she beautiful.
I skate to the middle and meet the guys.
“You were on fucking fire tonight, man,” Banks says, clapping me on the shoulder.
“Seriously, if you’re going to play like that when Lyla’s in the stands, I’m going to make sure she’s at every game this season,” Kellan tells me as he tries to wrap his arm around my shoulders.
“Get off of me,” I mutter as I push him away, making everyone laugh.
“Dude, you saved like a dozen goals,” Jason says.
“It was nothing,” I tell them as we skate toward the bench.
“Bullshit. I know you like to be modest and shit, but own it. You killed it tonight,” Kellan says.
“Fine, I played well,” I mutter.
Coach’s eyes narrow. “Played well would be an understatement tonight, Scott. You barely let anything by you. If it wasn’t for those two cheap shots they got, tonight you would have had a shutout.”
“I could have played better,” I say, making everyone scoff.
Coach rolls his eyes. “You idiots get into the locker room. For some reason the press wants interviews, and you need showers. You fucking stink.”
“We stink because we played so well, Coach,” Banks teases.
Leaving the ice behind, we head into the locker room. As soon as we step inside, the air is electric. Everyone is in a good mood after playing the way we did. There’s nothing like a good win to boost morale.
As I begin to strip off my gear, Coach comes in. The boys all cheer, making him laugh.
“Settle down.” Once everyone does what he asks, he speaks. “Press wants to interview Cooper, Banks, and Scott.”
I groan, tilting my head back. I fucking hate talking to the press. Shit, I hate talking in general. Everyone knows it.
“Do I have to?” I ask.
