Billy and Jesse were back from Dunkin’ Donuts by the time Tom Alan and Erika arrived for training. Kensuke had sent a million texts in the meantime, including a d**k pic, as the devil side had once more taken charge.
“Whatever you do, don’t scroll down,” Erika had said, taking in a smirk, a bare chest, and a belly button.
“Don’t plan on it.”
Tom Alan scolded Kensuke vigorously from the driver’s seat, his fingers moving fast, his nostrils flaring. Kensuke apologized then, but also begged to come by the rink, claiming to be upset by Jesse’s actions. “I told him you and I were too busy practicing.” Tom Alan smiled at Kyoko as she gently danced side to side with Etsuko in her arms in the parking lot. “And that our coach is a tyrant.”
“I do not usually allow spectators when we have the ice,
