The crowd in their section goes nuts, jumping up and waving their flags. The skaters slip out and race around their half of the rink, quickly moving into formation. Their uniforms are all-black with neon-green numbers, and their names printed in brick letters across their shoulder blades.
“And for our home crowd,” the announcer continues, “the Crown Point University Hawks!”
A door opens across from us, and white-and-blue-clad hockey players burst onto the ice. My heart jumps into my throat as they split apart and zoom close to the glass. I catch a flash of what I think is Greyson, his head angled toward the crowd.
And I swear he spots me, but then he’s past. His stick is loose in his grip. A spotlight appears in the center, and the announcer calls out the starting lineup for the Wolves. Then the Hawks. First Knox, team captain and center. Then Erik Smith. Greyson Devereux. I lean forward as he lifts his hand and acknowledges the crowd.
They scream and cheer for him, and my stomach somersaults.
How did he rise so quickly?
We climb to our feet as the last few names are called. They skate around, doing quick drills on their respective sides.
“What’s up with you and Knox?” I ask Willow.
To my astonishment, she blushes. “Not much. I mean, we hooked up. I told you that.”
“Yeah…” I follow him on the ice. “But he’s flirting.”
“Right?” Willow immediately turns toward me, her expression pained. “I don’t know what to make of it. Is he just trying to sleep with me again? Because he doesn’t need to try so hard. I’ve got nothing against a fling. But when he talks all nice, I don’t know what to think.”
I think he’s trouble.
I wouldn’t have thought that last year. But now, he’s friends with Greyson. And if Greyson is anything, he’s a dangerous influence. So… yeah, I’m worried.
“Just don’t let your heart get involved,” I warn her. “I’m all for a fling, too.”
“Especially now that you’re free of Jack.” Amanda chuckles. “No offense, Violet, but he’s been holding you back.”
I grimace. “He’s…”
“Comfortable,” both girls say.
I smack my forehead. I can see the truth in their words. I can see it, but I didn’t see it back then. I was so in love and so obsessed with the idea of being the perfect couple. It wasn’t until the “perfect” part fell through that I realized we didn’t have anything else between us.
I had dance. He has football.
When we couldn’t be the college versions of prom king and queen, we were just… drifting away.
“Now you get to try something new,” Amanda says. “Preferably someone more exciting. Greyson was eyeing you last week at Haven.”
I snort. “Did you miss the part where Paris laid claim to him?”
And she definitely missed the part where he dumped beer over my head.
I shouldn’t want Greyson, of all people. He’s vile and twisted and probably a psychopath. My lungs ache just from remembering our last encounter.
And… ugh. I’ve been turned on by thinking about it, too.
“We’ve only got a finite amount of time left,” Willow says. “We should be adventurous before the rest of the adulting shit has to happen.”
I grunt my acknowledgement. The problem is, I’m not sure if I want my adventures to begin—and most likely end—with Greyson. If that’s a battle I want to engage in.
A whistle shrills, and the nonstarters leave the ice. A referee in black and white meets the two opposing centers in the middle circle.
He says something to the players. Both Knox and the Wolves guy give a brief nod. We stand as soon as the ref drops the puck. Knox gets control over it and snaps it over to Greyson. He immediately takes off, and my attention stays on him. Even when he sends the puck soaring across the ice to Erik. He skates easily, like the blades are an extension of him. Easier than walking.
I envy that.