“Poor kid. Gay porn About your penalty kill positioning—about as effective as a screen door on a submarine.”It was a clear dismissal. Her innocence, the way she saw the world—everything he’d lost. Worst of all, Blake really cared about her. This is why Blake’s starting and you’re benched. The sophomores shifted uncomfortably, the room crackling with potential violence.Blake shrugged casually, his easy tone carrying just a hint of threat. Your fancy advanced math classes?”Blake shrugged. “What’s your plan? “Colton, Coach wants to see you. But Ethan—with him, Blake could bare everything. Adrian’s played two years already, they wouldn’t come early for him!” Mike’s eyes went wide, temporarily forgetting his exhaustion. “Watch your mouth, freshman.””Just facts,” Blake shrugged slightly. You’ve got what—two, three more years of eligibility? “Adrian needs to mind his own business instead of using me to rile people up.””That’ll happen when hell freezes over,” Mike snorted. You could have everything—Ruth’s love, build a family with her, drain those clients’ money, and have a bright hockey future, if only you could stop with the fucking guilt.”…and the corned beef pie she brought was really good.” Mike was still rambling.”Mike.” Blake interrupted, his tone gentler than expected.
