I wanted to ask what she was doing here.
She wasn’t alone though.
So I couldn’t talk to her.
And that…
That put me in an even worse mood.
I had to walk past the woman I loved and act as though she wasn’t even there.
Or as though I didn’t know who she was.
Or what her voice sounded like. Or that her laugh made my heart race.
Or what the taste of her lips were like.
The feel of her body against mine.
The feel of her naked body against mine.
Or all those little moves and noises she made when she felt intense pleasure.
By the time I got to the ice, my mood was worse than I had ever felt in my entire life.
The rest of my team joined me for the pre-game skate.
Half of the arena was already full.
Fans wanting to watch the warmup.
I went into the net and began to stretch and take shots from whoever wanted to throw a puck my way.
Then I sawhim.
I saw Hans.
Skating from his net toward the centerline.
All I could picture was him with Madison.
Whatever he said to her… whatever he did to her…
I skated out of my net and toward Hans.
Abel took a shot at the empty goal.
I didn’t care.
My focus was somewhere else now.
When I got near Hans, he looked at me and nodded.
“Fuck yourself,” I said.
“What was that?” Hans asked with a smile.
“You heard me. You fucking prick.”