The Hockey Star's Remorse
Timothy's voice was firm as he spoke again, cupping my face in his hands.
"Thank you, Timothy. I don't know what I'd do without you," I whispered, still sniffling.
Before I could comprehend my own actions, before rational thought could intervene, I leaned in and pressed a trembling kiss against his cheek.
Surprised by my sudden gesture, Timothy's eyes widened slightly, a flicker of emotion dancing across his features. He looked at me, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.
"Evie, I..." Timothy began, his voice trailing off as if unsure of what to say next.