Riley POV
Monday morning started with someone banging on my bedroom door. “Bennett!” I opened one eye. “Bennett!” I reached blindly for my phone. 6:12 a.m. Someone had a death wish. “What?” I yelled back. “Team leaves in twenty!” Gray. Of course. I pulled the blanket over my head. “I have my own car!” I yelled back. Silence. Then… “TEAM BONDING!” I groaned. “Go away!” I yelled from under my blanket. “FIFTEEN MINUTES!” Gray yelled. “That was twenty five seconds ago!” I argued. “TIME MOVES FAST!” Grey yelled before footsteps disappeared down the hallway. I stared at the ceiling. Second morning in the house. First practice as an official housemate. And apparently I no longer had control over how I got to the rink. Wonderful.
Eighteen minutes later, I walked downstairs with my hockey bag ove
