The Hockey player's submissive professor
The owner of the iPad, a freshman named Maya bit her lip and handed it over, mumbling, “Sorry, Professor Hayes. We were just…”
“Distracted,” I finished for her, my tone flat.
The screen was still playing when I took it. Rhett filled it completely, helmet off, hair damp with sweat, jaw tense under the bright rink lights. He was in his Callum Blades uniform, that black and silver.
A sideline reporter leaned in with her mic, voice bright.
“Rhett, this was your third game back after injury, and what a comeback! Tell us, how did it feel being back on the ice tonight?”