Kayden
He was doing it again.
Rhys was avoiding me for no reason. After he had claimed me on the couch and knotted me until I couldn't breathe, I had expected a change of attitude from him. Perhaps he would have even tried to talk to me the next morning—but he didn't.
Instead, I had woken up to an empty living room and a cold house. He had left early for practice before the sun was even up, leaving me alone on that couch.
Now here we were on the rink, practicing because we were heading to the airport for the away game of the playoffs this evening. We were all spread out on the ice, getting instructions from the coach.
"Hey, Vale! Do the groin stretches!" the coach advised.
I nodded and lowered myself onto my knees, inhaling deeply as I slid my knees wide, dropping my chest toward the ice and pushing my hips back into the frog pose.
This was a vulnerable position because it reminded me of Rhys and how he had pumped into me last night.
