(Kendall)
The next morning arrived with gray clouds, matching my mood perfectly. I'd barely slept, my mind replaying every detail from what had happened. Jaxon had been restless too, his arm tightened around me every time I shifted in bed.
We were both up early, moving around the house in careful silence. The reality of our new living arrangement still felt strange, but also comforting. Having him here made everything feel less overwhelming.
"I really don't want to leave you today," Jaxon said for the third time as he pulled on his shirt. "Maybe I should skip."
"Don't even think about it," I said, adjusting his collar. "You've already missed too much yesterday because of this mess. Coach will bench you permanently if you keep skipping."
His jaw clenched. "I don't care about hockey rig
