Rhys
I stood motionless on the ice, ignoring the music blaring through the arena speakers and the teammates shouting in excitement. Instead, my eyes were fixed on Kayden and the blonde man in front of him. My fists were balled so tightly at my sides that the leather of my gloves groaned in protest.
Who the hell was he?
The man with the blonde buzz cut was still grinning even when his eyes met mine, and he looked entirely too comfortable with his hands on Kayden's jersey. And Kayden… who had been ignoring me on the ice was suddenly glowing while staring at the blonde man. They were far too intimate for my liking.
I shouldn't care who he hugs, but somehow, I felt something hit my chest as I stared at them. Why do I care? Why was I tempted to rush over to them and pull Kayden away from the unfamiliar man?
