KNOX
Dammit, I completely forgot about the meeting I had with Coach.
It just slipped my mind. This isn't good.
But even though I'm racing to get to the rink as quickly as I can, I can't stop thinking about Isadora and that kiss. f**k, that kiss. If I hadn't had the chance to get to know her these past couple of weeks, I'd think she was lying about never kissing anyone.
Speaking of which, I can't believe I was her first kiss.
I run my fingers through my hair and let out a shaky breath. I'm approaching the rink and I have to focus and make sure I sound and look genuine when I apologize to him. I don't have a valid excuse to give him for missing the meeting, so this is the least I can do.
That's so hard to do when I can still taste her on my tongue, though. Her scent has formed a c
