TRINA'S POV

I couldn't believe I was doing this.

Fucking Christ.

My bag felt like lead as I clutched the straps, my heart pounding as I walked into the empty rink, the sound of skate shoes against ice loud.

My gaze darted around the fully geared players skating through, their stickers hitting and sliding the puck across the ice while the coach watched from the sidelines.

My gaze fell on the hunched figure on the sidelines, dark hair falling into his face.

There he was.

My heart was racing as I realized as I was the odd one out in the dimly lit stadium. Walking briskly, I went up to...