Page 20 of The Game
“Wait, Sarah,” he calls, but I don’t turn around, hurrying down the hallway, leaving him behind.
I have to get away, away from him.
He’s too much.
Invading my every sense, lighting my blood on fire, making me feel things I really shouldn’t.
It makes me feel out of control.
I’m relieved when I spot Samantha, and we go to find our seats before the craziness begins.
The team has several VIP boxes we could watch the game from, but we decided that being among the crowd was how we wanted to do it.
Nothing beats the atmosphere of passionate sports fans.
The teams are introduced, and of course, Alexander is the last one to enter the ice.
The arena goes wild when he steps on the ice, and he gives a quick nod to the camera before moving on.
As for the media attention, he doesn’t seem like someone who loves the spotlight. Even though he’s clearly a favourite among the fans, he doesn’t perform showy acts like some other players.
Noah, for example, will wink at the camera or flash a dazzling smile, making all the ladies melt in their seats and at home.
When the camera shifts to Liam warming up in the target area, I glance at Samantha and catch her small sigh.
I haven’t asked her about that whole thing yet, but I make a mental note to bring it up sometime. Maybe over a glass of wine sometime.
The first line of players includes the top players, known as the star lineup. Liam is the team’s starting goalie. Noah and Aaron play defence. The centre is a player named Benjamin. The forwards are Alexander and Michael.
When the game starts, it’s clear the guys are on the first line for a reason.
The speed and precision in every pass of the puck make it seem easy. But I know from watching a lot of hockey that it isn’t easy, and these guys have worked hard to become this coordinated.
The game continues with rapid changes and commands from their coach.
It’s clear that Alexander also plays a key role in the decisions made and the plays they run. He will give a signal, and the others will follow.
It’s beautiful, and it’s obvious that he’s their captain for a reason.
Seeing him and his team in their element like this makes me feel all sorts of emotions.
A bunch of sexy athletes, all sweaty and pumped up on adrenaline? Check.
Before anyone judges me for the sexualization of these men, it’s been a while, and this girl is starved for some male touch.
I could download one of those apps before I combust while watching hockey.
When the first period is done, the score is still 0-0. The Coyotes have been the stronger team, but the shots have just missed the net or gone into the goalie’s hands each time.
When the clock buzzes, Samantha and I exchange looks, and I sense I’m not the only one affected by these men.
“You feeling alright?” I ask her, a smirk playing on my lips.
“Girl, don’t you dare sit there like you’re not affected. It’s just something about a man in his uniform and the passion in hockey.” She sighs and leans back in her seat.
Can’t say I disagree with that.
The second period has started, and when Chicago finally scores their first goal, the arena goes wild.
