Erica’s POV
The call came between classes, Tyler’s voice low and casual in my ear. “Hey, thought you might want to come to the game Friday. Front-row seats, VIP treatment… the whole deal.”
I paused, shifting my bag higher on my shoulder. “You’re sure? I’m still not fully back to normal.”
“Positive,” he said quickly. “It’ll be good having you there. Call it a distraction.”
The words made me smile, even though I wasn’t sure if the distraction was for me… or for him. “Alright,” I said softly. “I’ll be there.”
When the call ended, I stood for a moment in the hallway, my heart beating faster than it should for a simple invitation. My pulse had a strange mix of excitement and nerves. It wasn’t just about hockey—it felt like a step into his world, the one I’d only been brushing against from
