“Luka.” Mila’s voice cut across the rink.
I stepped back so quickly my blade caught for a fraction of a second.
The distance between Dean and me returned all at once.
Mila stood a few feet away with her arms folded. “Coach is waiting.”
“Of course.” No tremors this time. I turned before Dean could answer and headed for the exit.
Mila said nothing as we walked across the rink.
Neither did I.
The doors were only a few strides away when I made the mistake of looking back.
Dean hadn’t moved. He was still watching.
The sight of that nearly stopped me where I stood. Then I turned away again and pushed through the doors.
The corridor felt cooler than the rink. For several seconds all I could hear was the echo of our steps and the distant noise of practice continuing behind us.
I should have ended it.
The opportunities had been there. A sharper answer. A colder one. Any number of ways to make it clear that whatever was happening between us needed to stop.
And yet every time Dean Foster stepped closer, I found another reason not to push him away.
What scared me was how little I wanted to.
Dean
Across the rink,the door had already closed behind him.
Then Mark called my name from the far end of the ice, and I pushed away from the boards.
The problem was that I knew exactly where Luka had gone.
And for the rest of the session, part of me kept tracking the door anyway.
Media 4
TikTok / X Fan Thread
Post:
ok but WHAT was happening between foster & davorin during practice
Replies:
“NO BC I THOUGHT I IMAGINED THAT”
“the camera operator deserves employee of the month”
“davorin looked annoyed”
“he always looks annoyed”
“fair”
