Saved, Then Rejected by my Ice Hockey Mate
The warmth in the room seemed to cool just a little, like a cloud had passed over the sun.
“We need to talk about today,” he said quietly, his gaze fixed on his empty plate. “About the bond…”
I felt my own smile slip away as reality came crashing back in. Right. The bond that tied us together wasn’t just some gentle connection.. It was powerful, and dangerous if we weren’t careful.
“I know,” I said, wrapping my hands around my coffee mug to chase away the sudden chill that had settled over me. “We can’t be separated. Not even for a class period, it seems.”