A shape moved through the steam. It was Jax. He was still in his hockey pants, his jersey gone, his chest rising and falling. He stopped just a few feet away from me.
"I thought I’d find you here," Jax said.
Ever since the incident on the ice, he’s been more polite and I really appreciated it. Atleast, it made me feel better.
"Good game," I said, my voice sounding tight. I tried to pull my towel around my waist, but I didn't move. The air between us felt heavy.
Jax stepped closer. He didn't look away. "The guys were looking for you. Even Toby. He felt bad about how things went down last week."
"It doesn't matter," I replied. I looked at the bruise on Jax’s face. It was yellow and fading now. "Are you okay? Your head?"
"I'm fine, Liam." Jax took another step. Now, he was right in fro
