Jake Abbot
By the time practice was over, I was ready to kill someone. Not anyone. A certain someone who had his hands and lips over Winter. My imagination had been running rampant, and I was losing my mind. Barely able to focus, I wasn’t stopping a thing.
“Abbot, what the hell are you doing?” William screamed as he threw his arms in the air from the bench. Without a word, I skated to the door and got off the ice. Wyatt called out, but I ignored him, punching the tunnel wall as I marched to the locker room.
I threw my glove and blocker down on the bench before ripping off my helmet and tossing it into the cupboard. “f**k,” I growled, pinching the bridge of my nose. I shouldn’t have hesitated. My father was right; Winter was worth more than everything I had, and I walked away, afraid to
