Kayden
By the end of the morning skate, I felt energized, the ice sharpening my focus instead of draining me. My legs moved smooth and strong beneath me, the cold air biting at my cheeks as we pushed through the session.
The coach paired Rhys and me since we were both defenders. We worked on most of the drills together, focusing on our chemistry like we always did. We practiced simple hinge plays along the blue line, quick passes back and forth while keeping our gaps tight, reading each other's movements without needing to say a word.
Every time I pivoted or opened up for a breakout, Rhys was right there, mirroring me perfectly, his stick ready like an extension of mine.
Even though the practice was serious, I couldn't ignore Rhys's tight ass each time it came into view.
When Rhys saw me staring, he rolled his eyes and pointed forward. "Focus on the game, softie, not my ass!"
