Elena
They talk. I cannot hear what they say but Damien’s posture is calm and firm. Jack throws his hands up slightly like he is annoyed.
What's with him?
Nicole scoffs. “He’s being pissy.”
Jack glances toward the benches. Toward me.
Every time I look up, he is f*****g staring.
And I hate that part of me notices.
Damien gets the puck again and moves forward fast. I do not understand the technique but I understand dominance. He dodges someone, shifts direction smoothly, and shoots.
The net shakes.
He barely reacts.
Just skates back into position like scoring during training is expected.
Confidence looks insane on him.
He pushes his hair back slightly and my brain decides that is the hottest thing I have ever seen.
His legs flex when he skates past our side of the rink and I su
