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Author: Success Ashford
last update publish date: 2026-04-18 21:01:01

The incident that morning was still on my mind even as I sat on the edge of my bed, the crumpled note resting on the nightstand. I hadn't been able to focus on my Philosophy readings; the words on the page blurred into

“I saw you at the lake.”

When the familiar, rhythmic knock sounded on my door, I rushed to open it

."Whoa, Liam. Take a breath," Jax said, holding up his hands. He was wearing an oversized hoodie, his hair looked damp from a late shower.

"I can't take a breath, Jax! Look at thi
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  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Burger Protocol

    Tuesday went very well for me. The film session; usually a grueling hour of having our mistakes replayed on a giant screen went by fast. Mark sat in the back row of the theater seats. He was actually watching the footage, nodding his head when our defense cleared the zone.When the session ended at 9:00 PM, the team started to scatter. Most of the guys were headed to the library or their beds."We should go, Liam," Mark said, tapping his watch. "Wait," I said, stopping by my bag. "What about that place Jax mentioned? The one with the Bruins Burger?"Mark paused. He looked at the exit, then back at me. I could see the battle happening in his head. My father’s manual said “Direct route from rink to dorm.” But the man standing in front of me was clearly thinking about blue cheese and bacon."It’s two blocks away," Jax said, appearing out of nowhere. He was already wearing his coat, looking hopeful. "We could walk. It’s technically low impact cardio.”Mark let out a short, huffing sound

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Cracked Shield

    Mark still followed me to the library the day after, but he didn't stand right over my shoulder. He sat at a nearby table, leafing through a discarded sports magazine. He was still watching the doors, but he wasn't watching my every breath.It was time for the evening skate. After practice, the locker room was the usual mess. I was sitting on the bench, unlacing my skates, when I noticed Mark standing by the equipment cage. He looked a bit out of place .Jax skated off the ice last, his jersey soaked through. He sat down next to me and let out a long sigh. "Man, Swiss was like a brick wall tonight. I couldn't get anything past him.""He's in the zone," I said. "Maybe he had the tacos too."Jax laughed and looked over at Mark. "Hey, Mark! You ever lace them up? Or are you just a spectator?"Mark looked at his heavy black boots. "I played a little in high school. Third line. I was the guy they sent in when they needed someone to clear the crease.""The enforcer," Jax said, nodding. "I s

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Peace Offering

    The cafeteria was loud. I walked toward the long tables with my tray, feeling Mark’s heavy footsteps right behind me. Usually, I would walk as fast as I could to lose him, or I would find a corner where he had to stand awkwardly in the way. Today, I did the opposite. I chose a table right in the middle of the room, one with plenty of extra chairs.Jax was already there. He had a sandwich and a pile of apples. When he saw me coming, he didn't look away or lower his head. He smiled. It was a big, bright smile that reached his eyes."Hey, Liam!" Jax called out. "Sit here. I saved you a spot."I sat down. Mark didn't sit, of course. He took his position three feet behind my chair, his arms crossed, his eyes scanning the room for "threats."Jax looked up at Mark. Instead of frowning or looking through him like he was made of glass, Jax tilted his head. "Hey, Mark. That looks like a tough job, standing all day. You ever get a break to eat?"Mark didn't move. He didn't even blink. "I eat on

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   He’s A Robot

    Monday morning felt like a slow crawl. I sat in my first class, a small room for my Philosophy seminar. Usually, I loved this class. I liked talking about ethics and the way people think. But today, I couldn't focus on the book in front of me and this was because Mark was there. He sat in the very last row, leaning against the wall and just watching. Every time I turned my head or shifted in my seat, I could see him in the corner of my eye.The professor was talking about the idea of freedom. It felt like a joke. I looked at the chalkboard and then down at my desk. During the break between classes, I walked through the crowded hallways. I saw Jax near the library. He was talking to some guys from the track team. Our eyes met for just a second. I wanted to walk over but Mark. I stared straight ahead and went to my next class. Jax didn't move toward me either. By the time night fell, the dorm was quiet. I sat at my desk, staring at my lamp. It was 11:30 PM. I knew the service door tric

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   A Good Laugh

    The Saturday game was fast. We won by two goals, and the energy in the locker room was better than it had been in weeks. Mark stood by the locker room door, his arms crossed, his eyes locked on me. He didn’t talk to the other guys. He didn't celebrate the win. He just waited."Pizza is happening," Miller shouted, throwing a wet towel into the bin. "The usual spot. If you aren't there, you hate winning."The guys cheered. I started to pack my bag. I grabbed my jacket and walked toward the exit. Mark stepped in behind me. He followed so closely I could hear the squeak of his heavy boots on the tile.The pizza shop was crowded. The team had already pushed three long wooden tables together in the back corner. It was loud.I sat down at the end of the table. I didn't even realize Mark was still right there until he pulled a chair from a nearby table and sat directly behind me. He wasn't at the table with us, but he was close enough to touch my shoulder. He looked like a statue."Hey, Cap,"

  • Romance In The Hockey Pitch   Exhausted

    Mark sat in that chair for most of the day. He followed me to the dining hall for a lunch of plain grilled chicken and steamed broccoli. He sat three feet away while I tried to read for my philosophy class. He even stood outside the bathroom door when I brushed my teeth.Every time I looked at him, I felt a ball of anger growing in my stomach. By 9:00 PM, I was lying on my bed, staring at the ceiling. Mark was at the desk, typing a report on his phone. I knew exactly what he was writing. *Subject followed the diet. Subject attended all sessions. Subject showed no signs of rebellion.*"I’m going to sleep," I said, my voice sounding scratchy. "I’m exhausted from that early skate."Mark looked up, his face as blank as a piece of paper. "Good. Rest is part of the plan. I’ll be right outside the door. If you open it, an alarm will beep on my watch. Don't try anything stupid, Liam.""I just want to sleep, Mark," I sighed.I turned off the main light and crawled under the covers. I kept my c

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