Weak Side : A Fake Dating Hockey Romance (Bexley U) by SJ Sylvis

Author:SJ Sylvis [Sylvis, SJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-04-19T16:00:00+00:00

I could tell Coach was shouting by the spit flying from his mouth and the vein popping out of his right temple. The crowd was roaring, like it usually was at a home game, and I couldn’t help but do a quick search for Claire in a sea of black jerseys. I hadn’t spotted her yet, and usually, during a game, everything around me blurred the moment my skates hit the ice. Tonight, though, I kept glancing in the stands, appearing unfocused to my team and, most of all, to Coach.

It wasn’t until he had pulled me aside, ripping me by the jersey, to inform me that he’d gotten word that Tom Gardini had sent a few of his most trusted scouts to our game, that I quickly became engrossed. Irritation backed my thoughts of Claire, and I refused to look back in the stands until the game was over.

The first two periods were scoreless, and tension was high. We were out for blood with only three minutes left in the third period. That was when we finally got our chance. Ford, Aasher, and I were on the line together, and when I noticed the game clock rapidly ticking down, I nodded at the pair of them and set the play into action. Ford passed the puck back and forth with Dax, making the forward from Valley skate laps like a feral animal near the blue line. My focus was razor sharp as Ford got the puck and snapped it to me, waiting at the crease, eager to lift it just over the goalie’s glove, giving us the W.

My blood ran hot as the team and I skated to center ice to celebrate, silently thanking God that we pulled it together in the end. My breath was escaping like air from a balloon, and it continued all the way to the locker room as I began pulling my gear off. The moment the winning puck made it in the net, the arena was like an anthem roaring through my ears, and I swore I could still hear it. I had an overwhelming rush of satisfaction of not only winning the game but playing the best I had all season—that was, after I had pulled my head out of my ass and stopped worrying about Claire being in the stands.

“And that’s why you’re going to be able to pick whatever fucking team you want next year, Wolf.” Coach had sweat trailing down his face when he peered up at me. He was a short man, but he could be intimidating as fuck.

I nodded and paired it with a half-shrug. “You told me that Tom Gardini had sent some scouts. I knew I needed to kick it up a notch.”

Aasher threw up a fist. “And you fuckin’ did.”

Ford chimed in after stripping down to his boxers. His chest was still heaving from the excitement and physical exertion. “I’m surprised the ice hasn't melted, because you were on fucking fire, man.”

I chuckled but

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