Hailey's pov
I stepped into the changing room, the sound of victory still echoing through the hockey hall. My chest heaved as I let out a shaky breath, imagining the warmth of the water waiting for me. I slipped out of the hockey grounds and headed straight into the female showers. The moment the warm water slid down my body, my tense muscles loosened one by one. It had been a long, brutal game, and I was relieved we came out victorious. I could still hear people chanting Roy’s name—our captain, the golden boy, leading the school to another win. This meant everything for his career.
“I’m so glad you got this for her, Roy,” I murmured to myself, letting the steam cloud my thoughts.
When I finished showering, my fingers grazed my clothes—and then I froze.
“What? Where are my clothes?”
