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“Fuck, Luce,” I mutter, my voice rough and low.

I brace my hand against the tile wall and rest my forehead against hers, panting as I catch my breath.

She rests her mouth on my shoulder, pressing soft kisses against my skin.

“So that’s what making love is like,” she murmurs.

I lean back and look at her. She flashes the cutest smile ever. I cup my hand over her cheek and kiss her, soft and sweet and tender.

“So fucking good, right?” I whisper against her lips, feeling so damn lucky.

Chapter 67

Leo

Call me. Now.

Istare at the text message on my phone that I just received from Coach Sawyer, my nerves going haywire.

I know exactly what he wants to talk about, even though he didn’t outright say it.

The video of me beating up Jeff has gone viral. In the past twelve hours, it’s had thousands of shares and reposts.

Coach is going to chew me out and then bench me. Maybe even kick me off the team. He’s a straight-laced, by-the-book guy and gets pissed off when one of his players makes headlines for bad behavior.

I toss my phone on the bed, then sit down, rest my elbows on my knees, and cradle my face in my hands.

Dread curdles through my gut. I’m about to lose hockey.

I huff out a breath, wishing Lucy were here so I could hold her and distract myself from this mess for a little while. But she’s at the diner working a shift and won’t be back until the evening.

I pick up my phone and skim the texts that Blake, Nick, and Travis sent me earlier this morning.

They’re all with their families for Christmas break, but when they saw the news about me, they started texting me. They asked what happened, and I told them I defended Zoey from her abusive ex.

Blake: Hey, so I know you’re getting a lot of shit online for what you did, but those people are fucking idiots. They don’t know the situation and are just talking out of their asses.

Travis: Yeah. Ignore them. You did the right thing. You were just protecting your sister.

Nick: If I saw a guy putting their hands on my sister, I would have reacted the same way.

Me: Thanks. That means a lot.

Nick: We’re behind you one hundred percent. If you or Zoey need anything, let us know, okay? Anything at all.

Travis: Seriously. Don’t hesitate to ask.

Blake: Yeah. We’re here for you, man.

Emotion knots through my chest. With all the chaos and uncertainty right now, it’s reassuring to know that my teammates have my back.

Before I call Coach, I call my mom to check on her. She answers on the first ring.

“Leo, honey. How are you doing?”

“I’m fine. How’s Zoey?”

“She went out for a drive. She said she wanted to get out for a bit.”