Slapshot Awakening
Names tick up on the screen, Paul and Erin’s pop into view first, landing lower than I expected.
Fourth place. I blink, stunned.
Then my eyes dart up higher, way higher, to the very top of the list.
There. Our names, in first fucking place.
I stare, not breathing, like my brain can’t actually process what it’s seeing.
Rosie screams, grabbing me and bouncing like a goddamn maniac, and somewhere over the noise, I hear Ryker’s shout too, loud, wild, full of pride.
We fucking won. Three goddamn places over Erin and Paul.
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