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Sweat beads on my skin from the heat burning in his eyes.
He smirks like he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
I hear Harper and Allie giggling behind me, but I can’t look away from Daltyn. I can’t even muster the strength to try.
His eyes flick briefly to the Avalanche hoodie swallowed beneath my oversized coat before returning to my face. Something dark flashes in his expression.
My mouth goes dry. I swallow hard.
Why does talking through plexiglass feel so intense? So strangely erotic?
This is a problem.
A huge one.
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“Break’s over,” Ford yells from center ice.
The sound finally snaps me out of whatever the hell just happened at the glass.
Peyton still stands there staring at me, cheeks pink, lips slightly parted, blue eyes wide in a way that makes my chest feel too damn tight.
I should skate away. Instead, I grin at her. Actually grin. “See you soon.”
Her breath catches slightly.
Fuck.
My eyes drop briefly to the boot on her foot. “Be careful with that ankle.”
She nods.
I still don’t move.
I just stand there behind the plexiglass like some lovesick idiot while she slowly turns and starts making her way back toward Harper and Allie.
My gaze tracks every movement. The oversized Avalanche hoodie beneath her coat. The way her hairbrushes her shoulders. The careful way she navigates the steps in the boot.
Mine.The thought hits hard enough to rattle me.
Not mine.
She can’t be.
Cole slams his shoulder into mine as he skates past. “Get your ass to the goal, Romeo.”
I scowl at him. “Fuck off.”
Connor cackles loudly from center ice. “He’s down catastrophically, boys.”
“Shut up, Byrns.”
Ford grins. “Never seen the brick wall flirt through plexiglass before. Kinda romantic.”
Heat creeps up the back of my neck despite my best efforts.
