On the Edge (SCU Hockey #3)

by J.J. Mulder

I’m certain the real Atlas behind the walls is worth knowing, as long as I can get past the Atlas guarding the gate.

I like seeing the way Carter’s face has become softer these last two years, and his mouth is quicker to smile. I like seeing how animated Max has become, as though Luke is a battery he’s drawing energy from. I like how happy they all are and I like that I am a part of it. I love them.

Laughing, I pick up my fork and look down at my plate, trying to figure out a way I can eat one-handed. If I cannot manage it, I will just go hungry. I do not want to let go of Atlas’ hand. I worry if I do, I’ll never get it back again.

I am sorry for the people who have not treated you well, because they no longer get to know you and that is a terrible thing.”

“Ich habe dich mehr vermisst,” he says, barely getting the words out before his mouth presses against mine with greater urgency.