(Jaxon)
I'm sitting on the bench next to her, untying my skates, and I can't stop looking at her. She's breathing hard from the drills, her cheeks all red, and she's got this look on her face like she just woke up from a long sleep.
This is what I wanted. This right here.
I've been thinking about asking her to come with me here. Not to some restaurant where we'd sit across from each other and talk about nothing. Or at a game I was playing against Frost Ridge.
I wanted to see her like this. On the ice. Being herself.
The real her.
Tonight she didn't look like she was missing anything.
When we were doing the drills, when I was trying to steal the puck from her, I could see it. The player she used to be. Still is, maybe. The way she moved. The way she thought two steps ahead. The way
