POV’s Tate
I looked over, and on the other side of the plexiglass was Philip. He slammed his gloved fists against the boards again, a look of pure fury on his face.
“Back the f**k off,” I heard him shout through the glass.
The guy flinched back. “What the f**k? Chill out, it’s just for the kiss cam.”
One of the other players on our team skated by, likely to tell Philip to get back in position. He shrugged him off, glaring at the guy beside me.
I took a breath. “What I was trying to say earlier is that I have a boyfriend.”
I saw it click in the guy’s head. His eyes widened before he completely backed off. “Sorry, sorry, I didn’t realize.”
I turned to Philip, who was still watching. I gave him a look, urging him to go back to playing. He didn’t need to take care of me. But he’d likely
