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Authors: Savannah Blevins
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two hours of reading and random cheering, depending on if Austin was having a good night.
The team hit the ice, a blur of green helmets and cage masks. She spotted Austin and waved in her customary fashion. It wasn’t until halfway through warm-ups that a different player caught her attention.
She was reading when she heard someone frantically yelling in her direction. “Heads up!”
She put her book down just in time to see a puck clang off the metal seat in front of her, and miss her face by mere inches. “Sorry about that,” the same voice called out, though it hadn’t sounded apologetic in the least. She turned around to watch the guilty player remove his helmet.
Henrik Rylander.
She had no idea who he was at the time, only that he was breathtakingly gorgeous in that ‘make you drool like an idiot’ kind of way. It was before the tattoos and the Armani suits. He was just a bright-eyed, overgrown kid, with a smile so charismatic she immediately forgot he’d come two inches from giving her a concussion. His smile widened, and she realized too late that she was gawking instead of responding like a normal person.
“It’s okay,” she finally managed, feeling a blush flush her cheeks. “I mean—I’m fine.”
“Good.” He grinned, already skating backward toward the goal. “Maybe you should watch the game instead of your book.” He winked at her, and a lump formed in her throat.
She tried desperately hard to read her book that night, but Henrik was a constant distraction. A six-three center, he was faster than any she’d seen play, and he had three assists, two of which were to Austin, by the end of the second period. She’d been mesmerized by Henrik that night, and as she glanced around the rink at Madison Square Garden, her heart racing in her chest, she was beginning to think maybe nothing had really changed.
“Are you ready for your lecture?”
Leila turned in her seat to look at Drew, who eyed her suspiciously. They sat fifth row, straight across from the Rangers bench. She’d caved and gone to the game after Drew spent the entire evening begging and coercing her with promises of ice cream and popcorn.
Junk food was her Achilles heel. It had absolutely nothing to do with wanting to watch Henrik play. Not even a little bit.
“Which one, professor?” Leila groaned, knowing what would come next.
Drew wouldn’t be happy about the egg situation. Drew was her best friend, but better yet, he knew Henrik’s exploits better than anyone else. He would put up a fight against any kind of favorable behavior Henrik displayed toward her.
He was a milder, less volatile version of Austin. Equally as annoying when he wanted to be, though.
Drew glared at her as he set the box of popcorn between them. “The one that states emotional, vulnerable best friends of mine should not be hanging out with this best friend’s promiscuous, it’s-not-going-to-make-you-feel-any-better brother.”
She snorted, but not for the reason Drew thought. At one point she actually considered admitting to Drew that his lecture was too late, but she didn’t want to cause a disturbance in the middle of a game.
Making the highlight reel would be embarrassing.
“You act as if I don’t know Henrik at all,” she told him instead, trying to avoid eye contact. Drew was exceptionally perceptive when it came to her, especially when she was in distress, and right now, her life was absolutely catastrophic.
“Oh, I know you know him. It’s just—he has ways of making girls forget the things they know.” He shot her a knowing look that was almost accusatory.
“Really?” she asked with a smirk. “Do tell.”
Drew threw his elbow into her side, unamused.
“I’m just kidding.” She laughed, because again, she knew the answer to that all too well now. Henrik’s talents far outreached just those he displayed at the rink. A thought that continued to haunt her every time she closed her eyes.
“Well, I’m being serious. He
The team hit the ice, a blur of green helmets and cage masks. She spotted Austin and waved in her customary fashion. It wasn’t until halfway through warm-ups that a different player caught her attention.
She was reading when she heard someone frantically yelling in her direction. “Heads up!”
She put her book down just in time to see a puck clang off the metal seat in front of her, and miss her face by mere inches. “Sorry about that,” the same voice called out, though it hadn’t sounded apologetic in the least. She turned around to watch the guilty player remove his helmet.
Henrik Rylander.
She had no idea who he was at the time, only that he was breathtakingly gorgeous in that ‘make you drool like an idiot’ kind of way. It was before the tattoos and the Armani suits. He was just a bright-eyed, overgrown kid, with a smile so charismatic she immediately forgot he’d come two inches from giving her a concussion. His smile widened, and she realized too late that she was gawking instead of responding like a normal person.
“It’s okay,” she finally managed, feeling a blush flush her cheeks. “I mean—I’m fine.”
“Good.” He grinned, already skating backward toward the goal. “Maybe you should watch the game instead of your book.” He winked at her, and a lump formed in her throat.
She tried desperately hard to read her book that night, but Henrik was a constant distraction. A six-three center, he was faster than any she’d seen play, and he had three assists, two of which were to Austin, by the end of the second period. She’d been mesmerized by Henrik that night, and as she glanced around the rink at Madison Square Garden, her heart racing in her chest, she was beginning to think maybe nothing had really changed.
“Are you ready for your lecture?”
Leila turned in her seat to look at Drew, who eyed her suspiciously. They sat fifth row, straight across from the Rangers bench. She’d caved and gone to the game after Drew spent the entire evening begging and coercing her with promises of ice cream and popcorn.
Junk food was her Achilles heel. It had absolutely nothing to do with wanting to watch Henrik play. Not even a little bit.
“Which one, professor?” Leila groaned, knowing what would come next.
Drew wouldn’t be happy about the egg situation. Drew was her best friend, but better yet, he knew Henrik’s exploits better than anyone else. He would put up a fight against any kind of favorable behavior Henrik displayed toward her.
He was a milder, less volatile version of Austin. Equally as annoying when he wanted to be, though.
Drew glared at her as he set the box of popcorn between them. “The one that states emotional, vulnerable best friends of mine should not be hanging out with this best friend’s promiscuous, it’s-not-going-to-make-you-feel-any-better brother.”
She snorted, but not for the reason Drew thought. At one point she actually considered admitting to Drew that his lecture was too late, but she didn’t want to cause a disturbance in the middle of a game.
Making the highlight reel would be embarrassing.
“You act as if I don’t know Henrik at all,” she told him instead, trying to avoid eye contact. Drew was exceptionally perceptive when it came to her, especially when she was in distress, and right now, her life was absolutely catastrophic.
“Oh, I know you know him. It’s just—he has ways of making girls forget the things they know.” He shot her a knowing look that was almost accusatory.
“Really?” she asked with a smirk. “Do tell.”
Drew threw his elbow into her side, unamused.
“I’m just kidding.” She laughed, because again, she knew the answer to that all too well now. Henrik’s talents far outreached just those he displayed at the rink. A thought that continued to haunt her every time she closed her eyes.
“Well, I’m being serious. He
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