Page 64 of Icebound Attraction

The scout will be watching our every move and I'm ready to show him what I can do. Emily's eyes are on me too, and she gives me an encouraging nod.

Knowing that she's there to support me makes me feel better.

The game is intense. The action on the ice is a wild mix of rapid movement and strategy. Every shot, every decision, every move counts.

My team and I fight side by side, and I put my passion for ice hockey into every movement.

Minutes fly by like seconds, and we soon find ourselves in the game's final moments.

My breathing becomes heavy as I line up for the final kick-off. Time is running out and the score is tied. My hands shake with tension. Somewhere, high up in the stands, the scout is watching our every move, no matter how small.

Everything seems to pass before me in slow motion.

The linesman throws the puck. I pick it up in a flash and go for it. The defenders try to parry it, but I dodge around them and fake a pass. I use the last of my strength to throw the puck towards the opposing net and watch the scene before me, fascinated.

The puck slips past the keeper and is trapped. I raise my arms, euphoria coursing through my veins.

We've won! I scored the decisive goal!

Maybe my dream is within reach.

And then the final whistle sounds and the game is over.

My heart beats furiously in my chest as I take off my helmet and look at the stands where the crowd is going wild. Emily flashes a big smile and Coach Franklyn gives me a thumbs-up. I can only hope I've shown what I'm capable of, and that the scout liked what he saw.

We leave the ice and the locker room is filled with mixed emotions. The joy of victory, fatigue, excitement, hope - all reflected on the faces of my teammates.

I'm proud of what we've achieved together, but at the same time, uncertainty sets in. Have we done enough to impress the recruiter present?

“Great game, guys! I'm proud of you!” I declare loudly, tapping them on the shoulder.

As the commotion subsides and I leave to go home, I can't help thinking about Emily. We agreed to meet at my place tonight, and I had to make up an excuse for the guys who wanted me to go partying with them.

Liam Scott's refusal to attend a party makes a lasting impression!

But I've missed the presence of my lovely blonde these past few days, and I can't wait to see her.

I'm convinced that my decision to concentrate on training was the right one, yet I must admit that not seeing her for forty-eight hours was difficult. My thoughts turn to the time we spent together, the moments of complicity and happiness.

I feel pulled in two different directions - towards my passion for hockey and my love for Emily. It's a complex balancing act.

Suddenly, I see her. She's waiting for me at my front door, a six-pack of beer in hand.

This woman is truly incredible!

“My captain!” she exclaims loudly, bowing.

As I approach her, laughing out loud, she applauds. I just shake my head. It's a side of her I particularly like. So carefree and happy, funny and adorable.

Immediately, images of our embrace in the coffee shop’s bathroom rush into my head. I embrace her violently, and she instinctively wraps her legs around me. I carry her up the stairs to my apartment. She laughs heartily and kisses my neck as I unlock my door.

My pants start to tighten around my crotch, and I drop her on the bed without warning before literally throwing myself on top of her. I kiss her passionately as I try to undress her. As much as I want to go slowly, my body has other plans. I want her right now.

I help her out of her tight jeans, pull off my own clothes and kiss her. She's so sexy, her skin so soft. Emily squirms beneath me and moans loudly as I stop between her thighs. I lick her, suck her, devour her.

It tastes delicious.

“Liam,” she murmurs, and the sound of her slightly deep voice only excites me more.

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