Chapter 16
Music erupted from the speakers of the stadium. The crowd rose from their seats for the singing of the national anthems. Sloan held his helmet under his arm and took his place dead center on the blue line. His tongue touched his bottom lip, still slick with Oriana’s peach-flavored lip gloss. That kiss topped them all.
As usual, there were plenty of empty seats in the forum. Being the owner’s daughter, Oriana claimed a seat right by the rink where the Cobras came on the ice. When Sloan came out, she’d hopped out of her seat and leaned over. He’d climbed up, and the crowd went wild as they kissed. Suddenly, weird sixties-style guitar strumming cut off the AC/DC riff. The Monkees’ “When Love Comes Knockin’” played out, making him feel like a putz. A very lucky putz.
The fans lau
