Chapter One Hundred And Thirty Two
Venessa POV
The bright, cold lights of the hockey arena buzzed loudly overhead, casting a sharp glare over the smooth, white sheet of ice below. The stands were absolutely packed to the brim, a massive sea of cheering fans wearing the team’s colors, screaming, clapping, and banging against the glass. The energy in the building was completely electric, a roaring wave of sound that vibrated right through the soles of my shoes.
I sat in my usual section, but for the first time, I wasn’t sitting alone. Mateo was seated right next to me, and he was taking the entire experience to a whole different level. He was wearing an oversized team jersey that he had styled by rolling up the sleeves and tying it neatly at the waist, matching it with a pair of designer
