Save the Game (SCU Hockey #2)

by J.J. Mulder

“Don’t you apologize,” he says, practically spitting the words out. “Don’t you ever apologize to me. None of this is your fault, do you hear me? You have nothing to be sorry for.”

“No, of course not! You kindly tell her, I’m flattered by your offer, miss, but I prefer sausage to tacos.”

“Maxy, I’m here, wearing an omelet yellow shirt and an apron, asking you to go steady with me.”

want to go see Max. I want to lay down beside him and inhale his clean, fresh scent; put a hand on his chest and feel his heart beat. I want to verify—with my own two eyes—that he’s safe. The need behind this is so strong, I can’t think beyond it.

All last night I was, like, frantic to get over here. I needed to see you—refill my Max tank, and hold on to you for a minute or ten.” “Your Max tank?” I repeat, and the smile comes easier this time. “Yeah, you know, some people need food to function, I need Max.” He shrugs. “Science.”