“Man. I wish I could’ve seen that. It sounds like a good night.” “Just missing you.” His fingers graze down my neck the tiniest amount before he drops his hand away. I miss him. “It’s late. I should get to bed. Coach is going to kick our asses tomorrow after giving us today off.” “Me too. What time do you want breakfast in the morning?” “Want to meet back here at eight?” “Yeah. I do.” I fill up a glass with filtered water from the fridge and smile at him. I’m already looking forward to it. To seeing him again. “Good night, hockey guy.” “Good night, Mads.”
