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Hudson takes the faceoff, winning. The crowd fucking roars as we effortlessly power across the ice, the puck passing between Smitty and Hudson, our skates in sync as our formation takes shape, fucking flying towards State's goal.
I feel fucking alive, a grin so wide on my face, it must look feral with my blood-red mouth guard in, all because I can feel her eyes on me. Somewhere, up in the stands of five-thousand people, sits my girl and I want her to see us fucking soar.
A lightness washes over me, happiness that feels foreign striking me in the heart, but I know this is real. This feeling that makes me ache all the way down to my toes. I get it everytime I think of her.
Poppy.
Something I've never, ever felt before. And my chest swells, my heart aches, and my breath comes fast and uneven. She's the only girl I'll ever wanna take home to my momma, and I'm fucking going to. This weekend, in fact, if we win this fucking game. I don't care it's so soon, I don't give a fuck what my brother'll say, I already know, despite whatever shit she's battling with, she's it for me.
Her and my brothers.
We're fuckingit.
State scrambles to protect their net, as we pass the puck back and forth, waiting for the right moment. Smitty whistles, State's attention diverts to him, thinking that's where the puck's heading. And then Hudson is passing the puck to me, the opportunityright fucking there,I shoot.
Thetingof the puck makes my eyes widen, breath still, as it hits the metal goal post, and it feels as though the crowd goes silent. Maybe it's just in my head as it buzzes so loud it feels like nests of bees are settling in my ears.
Time seems to slow, I can't watch as the crowd collectively gasps. And as I look up towards the stands, everyone's eyes on the puck, but not hers, no, her eyes are on me. My gaze finds her instantly like she's my lighthouse in a stormy sea.
And she is.
My light in the fucking dark.
Rex beside her, his eyes on the goal, mouth agape. I think I stop breathing as she smiles at me, bright and toothy and wide.
Lifting a hand to my chest, palm splayed, I tap my fingers over my heart, she drops my gaze, looking at her feet, and my heart fucking stops, but then her hand comes to her own chest. Eyes reconnecting with mine, fingers tapping over her own heart, and I notice she's wearing our jersey,myfucking jersey. Then the crowd fucking roars. Rex grabs her shoulders, shaking her as she laughs, the two of them cheering, jumping up and down, both of them pointing at me with huge smiles.
The puck goes in.
The team rush me, grabbing me, slapping my helmet, jumping on my back. A lump lodges itself in my throat and I choke back the feeling, blinking the heat from my eyes as Hudson grips my shoulders, lifting my head up to meet his blue gaze.
“Check hard, play hard, fuck hard,” I laugh with a shrug and he claps me on the back before skating off to center ice.
“Proud of you,” King says, skating into me, gripping the back of my helmet, he brings my head forward, resting against each other. “I fucking missed you, brother.”
I sniff, grabbing the back of his helmet in return, gripping him to me so our heads are pressed together.
Yeah, I fucking missed you guys too.
Chapter 21
BENNETT
The boys won their game, and it's one-a.m. before they roll in through the front door. Rex's loud bark of laughter is like light in the darkened room, King's thumping footsteps come next, then he bolts the door at his back. That's when Flynn flicks the lamp on.
“Holy fuckingshit!” Rex shrieks, dramatically high pitched and too fucking loud.
Flynn barks a loud laugh, “You're a fucking pussy, Hendrix.”
“Get fucked, shit for brains. It's not everyday some dickhead's sitting in my living room in the dark,” he shoots back.
“We live here,” Flynn deadpans, that foggy, psychopathic look twinkling in his dark blue eyes.
“Yeah, well, you don't usually sit in the fucking dark like some sort of wannabe mafiosos,” he growls back with lilting humor.
“Sit.” I click my tongue, losing my patience for this bullshit. I cross my legs, ankle resting atop my opposite knee where I sit in an armchair beside the front door, “This won't take long.”
“I'll call Lynx,” King says automatically, business head instantly switched on, thinking I want them to do something for me.
