“What’s wrong?” Aiden asks, his expression creased with concern. He pulls off his helmet and runs a hand through his hair. His tousled locks look messy in a shockingly attractive way. I try to shove down the immediate wave of attraction I feel at the sight. Not now, I remind myself. This is important.
I take a deep breath. "Aiden. I know you want to win. I know this match is important to you, of course, but… Don’t you think this is a little much?”
Aiden only looks more confused. “A little much? It's just an extra practice. Coach Bower recommended it,” he says. His words come out more quickly than normal. I can tell he’s still a little out of breath even now. If he’s out of breath, I can’t even imagine how his teammates feel, I realize.
“I understand,” I say slowly, “but you need to be c
