Hailey's pov
The final bell couldn’t come soon enough. Roy was waiting for me outside the rink doors, truck idling, eyes scanning the lot like he expected trouble to materialize out of thin air.
When he saw me, the tension in his shoulders eased just a fraction. He opened the passenger door, helped me in with a careful hand on my waist, and brushed a soft kiss against my temple before closing it.
The drive home started quiet. Too quiet. Both of us still buzzing from what happened in the showers—every glance in the rearview mirror, every shift of his hand on the gearshift reminded me of hot water, slick skin, his body driving into mine.
I watched the way his forearm flexed when he turned the wheel, the way his jaw clenched when he thought I wasn’t looking. My thighs pressed together i
