A jealous hockey star loses his composure when another man gets too close to the person he wants, demanding to know why they are hiding from him. His possessiveness and the tension of a love triangle drive the story as he fights to keep what he considers his.
to me. Who are you here to see? I'm here to drop something off for Adrian. Adrian was clearly still in the middle of practice. I didn't want to interrupt him, so I held the envelope out to the staffer could you give this to him for me the staffer was about to take it when a familiar voice rang out across the ring my my hand froze in mid-air for one beat the entire arena seemed
to fall silent adrian stood on the ice his eyes locked firmly on me coach give me a minute the coach blew his whistle bringing practice to a temporary stop adrian raced to the boards open the rink gate and headed straight for me all around us his teammates stopped to stare cross you You actually stopped practice for a girl?
Never would have guessed you were into chubby girls. Another wave of laughter broke out around us. My body went rigid, and I instinctively raised the envelope to hide myself. What she looks like is none of your business.
The laughter died instantly. Adrian turned back to me, his gaze instantly softening. What are you doing here? You left these things at home, so I brought them over for Mrs. Cross.
Adrian took the envelope, but didn't say anything right away. His eyes lingered on my face for several long seconds. Under his stare, I wanted nothing more than to escape. You have everything now, so I'll let you get back to practice. I'm leaving.
Did I say you could leave? I stopped. Adrian was standing far too close. The chill of the rink clung to him, mixed with a faint scent of pine.