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Let Him Be

مؤلف: Success Ashford
last update تاريخ النشر: 2026-05-02 05:37:29

The ride back to the dorm was the longest journey of my life. I huddled in the corner of the cab, pressing my forehead against the cold glass of the window. My eyes wouldn't stop leaking. I wasn't just crying; I was sobbing. It was that deep, painful kind of crying that makes your chest ache and your throat feel like it’s closing up.

Every time I closed my eyes, I saw the way he didn't even look back when he walked out of the chapel. He was really gone. The one person who made me feel like a hu
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  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Still Today

    I looked at him, trying to see if he was just being polite. But his face was serious. "Okay," I said quietly. "Thank you. Really.""Don't mention it," he said. "Go grab your stuff. I'll wait by the elevator."I ran back up to my room. It was even worse now. A small piece of the ceiling had actually fallen onto the floor. I grabbed my suitcase, my hockey sticks, and my dry clothes, being careful not to get them wet. Jax was waiting. We rode up to the sixth floor in silence. I could smell the faint scent of the orange juice he was holding.He opened the door to room 615. It was exactly like mine, but dry. The lights were low, and it felt warm and safe."The bed on the left is mine," Jax said, pointing. "You can have the one by the window. I already moved Toby’s stuff to the chair.""Thanks, Jax," I said, setting my bag down.I felt incredibly out of place. This was his space. There were his books on the nightstand, his chargers plugged into the wall, his smell everywhere. I went into

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Day Four

    I woke up on the fourth day and the first thing I felt was the quiet. Usually, by this point in a tournament, the hallway is filled with the sound of guys shouting or doors slamming. But today, it seemed quiet. Maybe it was because the high of the first win had worn off, or maybe everyone was just waiting for the next storm to hit.I looked at my shoulder in the mirror. The bruise was turning a deep, ugly green, but the swelling had gone down. I moved my arm in a circle. It hurt, but I could play. I skipped the team breakfast. I wasn't hungry, and I didn't want to sit in that crowded room where everyone would be staring at me after what I said at the dinner last night. Instead, I went down to the hotel gym. It was empty. I spent thirty minutes on the stationary bike, just pedaling until my legs burned and my mind went blank.I realized I was out of clean socks, so I headed to the small guest laundry room on the third floor. I didn't think anyone would be there at 9:00 AM.When I walk

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Day Three

    I woke up on the third day feeling like I had been hit by a truck. My left shoulder was a nasty shade of purple and yellow from the hit I took during the game. Every time I moved my arm, a sharp pain shot down to my elbow. I sat on the edge of the hotel bed, staring at my reflection in the long mirror on the closet door. My hair was a mess, and the bruise made me look like I’d actually been in a fight.The morning was filled with video reviews. Coach Mike sat us all in a dark conference room in the hotel basement. We watched the clips from the Eastside game over and over. Every time the clip of Jax jumping in to defend me played, the room went quiet. I could feel Jax sitting three rows behind me. I didn't turn around, but I could hear him shifting in his seat."You see that?" Coach said, pausing the video right as Jax pinned the Eastside player against the glass. "That’s what I’m talking about. Protection. Loyalty. But Jax, you can't get baited into a penalty like that in the finals.

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Day Two

    I woke up at 6:00 AM. This was game day. Back home, game days were usually a big production. My father would call to remind me and Chloe would send a supportive text. But today, my phone was silent. I had left it in my bag, turned off.I went down to the hotel breakfast room. Most of the team was already there, picking at eggs and toast. It was quiet. Nobody talks much before the first game of a tournament. I saw Jax sitting in a corner booth with Toby. He was wearing his team tracksuit, his hair still messy from sleep. He looked almost scary.I grabbed a bowl of oatmeal and sat with Swiss."You ready?" He asked, his voice low."Yeah," I said. "Just want to get on the ice.""It’s going to be a tough crowd.Eastside fans are famous for being loud.""I don't care about the fans, Swiss. I just want us to play well."After breakfast, we had an hour before the bus left for the rink. I was walking through the lobby toward the elevators when I saw a group of men with cameras near the revolv

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Day One

    The sun hadn’t even come up when I dragged my suitcase toward the athletic center. The air in the parking lot was freezing, The big white bus was already warming up. It’s engine made a low, steady rumble. I was the captain, so I had to be there first. I stood by the luggage bay, checking names off a list as the guys arrived. Swiss was the first to show up, looking like a zombie with a giant cup of coffee in his hand."Tell me again why we’re leaving at 5:00 AM?" He groaned, shoving his bag into the storage compartment."Because Coach wants us to arrive early and go to the rink for an evening skate," I said, trying to sound more awake than I felt.The guys trickled in one by one. Toby arrived around 4:45, looking surprisingly energetic. He gave me a quick nod. "Big trip, Liam.""Yeah," I replied. "Big trip."Then, I saw him. Jax. He had his hood pulled up over his head and his headphones around his neck. He didn't look at the bus, and he definitely didn't look at me. He just handed me

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Lock In, Stay In

    I stared at it for a long time. Just seeing his name written down made me feel too aware. How was I supposed to lead a team when I couldn't even talk to my star defender? How was I supposed to keep my focus when every time he hit the ice, all I could think about was the way he used to look at me?I shook my head, trying to clear the thoughts. I had a job to do. I started thinking about the other guys.*2. Toby.* That was an easy one. He is my best friend and the heart of the locker room. He kept everyone loose, and he was a beast on the wing. We needed him.*3. Swiss.* He was a solid player.I kept writing, thinking about each player. I thought about the younger guys who had been working hard and the seniors who deserved one last big tournament. I thought about the chemistry between the lines. But as I reached the tenth name, I stopped.If I picked this team, I was responsible for them. If we lost, it was on me. If there was drama between me and Jax, it would ruin the whole tourname

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