If someone had told me a few months ago that I’d be huddled in Liam’s dorm room surrounded by pizza boxes, energy drinks, and four grown men arguing about romantic gestures, I would’ve laughed them out of the rink.
But that was before Skylar stopped answering my texts. Before every day started to feel like skating blindfolded on thin ice.
Now, desperate times called for desperate idiots and my teammates fit the bill perfectly. Especially as my roommate had been sick for some time and needed the space and quiet. Meanwhile Liam had no roommate in his dorm room for now which made this place the perfect choice.
Right now, Liam was pacing across the room with a marker in hand like he was plotting a heist. Peter was sprawled on the couch half asleep, crust of pizza dangling from his fingers
