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This place belongs to Rory Sinclair, the twin sister of my teammate’s girlfriend. She’s standing right in front of me. And she hates me.
I do want to get to know Rory. I don’t know why, but she intrigues me. It could be the mean words she slings my way like she’s completely unimpressed by my pro hockey player status or the fact that she’s so uninterested in me it makes me interested in her. Whatever it is, it has me looking forward to seeing her.
“Did you say hi to our daughter?” Rory sighs heavily. “Once again, we’re not co-parents, Lawson.”
I care that she’s wearing my jersey. I care entirely too fucking much. I’m standing here trying my damnedest not to cross this room and rip it off her, and not for the reasons she thinks.
I want nothing more than for all her wishes to come true. It’s the happiest I’ve seen her, and it’s the most gorgeous she’s ever looked. I couldn’t look away right now if I tried.
“For you, Rory, I’d gather every star in this sky and string them high somewhere only for you, just to see you smile like that again.” Her breath stutters. “Making you a key is the best I can do until then.”
“I’ve never brought anyone else here,” he continues. “Just you and just her. I don’t share this place with people who don’t matter.”
Rory blazed into my life when I least expected it, and I’m not ready to give that up yet—Cup or not.
“So let me do this. You’re always so busy taking care of everyone else. Let me take care of you.”
It doesn’t matter that I’m about to play a game. It doesn’t matter that people are flying around me at high speeds or that pucks are soaring this way and that. None of it matters except her.
Loving her is so simple too; it’s like skating or breathing. It’s effortless. It’s natural.
And, Rory, we have to choose ourselves because that’s the greatest love story of all. Choosing ourselves, putting that trust into ourselves, and fighting for what we want, even if it doesn’t make sense to anyone else. Hell, especially if it doesn’t make sense to anyone else.”
“You, Lawson,” she finally says. “I wished for you. And truthfully, I’d do it all over again.” What I don’t tell her is, that night, I saw a shooting star too, and I wished for what’s right here in my arms—her.
