Ella's POV The bleachers are cold as hell, but I don't care. Damon's out on the ice, skating laps like he's the only person in the world. The rink lights make his jersey glow. His blades cut clean lines behind him, and I could watch him forever. Practice ended twenty minutes ago. Everyone else already left, the other players, the coach, even the janitor who usually kicks me out. But Damon knows I'm here. He always knows. He glides to the boards right in front of me and looks up. His grin is stupidly perfect. "You're still here." "I'm always still here." He laughs and skates toward the players' tunnel. I know what comes next. I grab my bag and hurry around to the back entrance, the one near the locker rooms. The storage room door creaks when I push it open. It's small in here, just hockey sticks, boxes of tape, and a bench along the wall. Damon's already there, waiting. His hair is wet from the shower now. He changed into jeans and a hoodie. He pulls me inside and kisses me b
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