Off The Ice Rink
he agrees.
He leans his shoulder against mine. I lean back.
Outside, the morning is doing whatever morning does, the campus waking up around the building, ordinary life assembling itself for another day, and inside the rink it's just us and the ice and the quiet and the fact of each other, which is not a small thing.
It is, in fact, everything.
Off the ice, Captain Liam Whitemore is no longer living beneath the weight of other people's eyes.
On the ice, I never played better.
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