Chapter 28: Thinking About Him
~ Gwen ~
Yates, who was standing right next to him, followed Jerome’s gaze. When his eyes landed on me, I felt the air leave my lungs. Our gaze locked, and for a terrifying second, the crowded rink disappeared. I was back in the woods. I could feel the damp moss, the bite of the cold air, and the crushing weight of his body against mine.
He looked away first, Jerome saying something to him that made him pull his helmet back on. The whistle blew again, and the practice resumed.
I tried to focus on the technicality of the game—the way they passed the puck, the strategy of the power play—but my mind was a traitor.
Every time Yates broke into a sprint, his powerful thighs driving him across the ice, I didn't see a captain. I saw the man who had pinned me to
