The Hockey Star Regret
“Well, next time, maybe let’s pick a scandal that doesn’t involve guns or lawyers.”
I chuckled, pressing a kiss to her forehead. “No promises.”
For a while, we just sat there in the quiet, her heartbeat steady against mine, the noise of the world dimming to nothing. Outside, reporters were probably camping near my apartment. My parents were probably losing their minds.
But right here, right now there was peace.
I pulled out my phone one last time and opened T*****r. My name was trending. The top tweet wasn’t about the scandal, though. It was a clip of my speech from the press conference.