George's POV
The days after that went back normally with me training with the team as usual. However, I couldn't help but be worried sometimes as I thought about my future with Moxie and the team.
I let out a sigh after another exhausting practice.
By the time I finally stepped off the ice, The rink had emptied out almost forty minutes ago, teammates peeling off one by one after practice ended, but I’d stayed behind, skating drills alone until even the assistant coaches stopped watching. I’d needed the extra time, needed the distraction, needed something louder than the thoughts that had been circling my head all week.
None of it had worked.
Diana’s voice still lingered in the back of my mind no matter how many laps I skated. Most players don’t do relationships.
The words irritated
