Page 19 of Puck It!

"I can still skate circles around you like I did when I was 14, Sully."

"Oh, okay."

"Try me." I hiss.

His arm hooks around my waist, ripping me off the board as he steps onto the ice, ripping a laugh from my throat before he sets me down and my skates slide against the ice.

"You’re fucking crazy Sully." I laugh my words and he returns a laugh, as I push off, sliding the blade of my skate across the ice, my feet working in tandem backwards, getting as far away as possible.

The younger kids have started to leave, letting the older teen games begin. I squeeze in-between skaters, turning my body sideways as my skates go heel to heel, keeping my pace, knowing their big asses can’t do that. Fuckers.

But damn does it feel good to skate around this ice like this. Vibing with the music, one of my favorite songs to skate to, my skates crossing over the other, adding some bounce in my hips because yes it makes me want to dance. I lose myself in it, a feeling I haven’t felt in a long time, as my fingers snap, my head bobs.

I see Jax skating towards me and my lips twist, teasing him to come and get me, or have a little fun. Fuck it.

His long swipes of his skates across the ice cause him to be in front of me in a second. Reaching an arm out he hooks it around me and pulls me into him. Falling into the motion of our hips as they sway with each glide of our skates.

"You can’t tell me you don’t like skating anymore." He states and I huff my smile, "I still like skating Jax, I just don’t compete, and I don’t let myself do any kind of tricks."

"Why?"

"Don’t want mom thinking I want to skate; she will destroy me again."

His brows scrunch in question and I shake my head, "We don’t get along because I don’t skate, and she can’t accept it, so tomorrow night will be interesting."

"Stop worrying about what she wants for you, I told you that."

"I have, in a way."

Since this seems to be the only time we have, without having to run off and do something, "Are we going to talk about what is going on between us?" I ask in a whisper as I tilt my head and look up into those green globes.

"Do you really want to talk about that right now?"

I shrug with my answer, "No, but it keeps getting avoided."

"I told you what I want Angel."

"Jax I’m leaving." I swallow those words, just getting it out there, because really, that is why I am holding back.

"What do you mean you’re leaving?"

"I told you, I plan on leaving here, I don’t want to be here."

"What if I change your mind for a little while?"

A smile curls from my lips but my eyes sting with tears as they close, nothing will change my mind, "I’m not staying Jax." He cups my jaw, curling those long fingers around the nape of my neck.

"I’m not staying here forever Macie; Tomorrow night’s game could be my ticket out of here."

I search his eyes as my heart hums in my ears, "What are you saying Jax?"

"Patience is what I’m saying. Macie, if there is one thing that I know I’m sure about, it is you, it has always been you." He pauses. "If I get signed, I’m out of here, and I’m taking you with me."

My heart swells and my smile spreads. Feeling my eyes water, excited this could happen, but I’m scared, but interested. I know what I feel as the shiver rocks my skin and the word flies out of my mouth in a whisper so easily… I can’t believe I say it, "Alright."

His thumb trails against my cheek and my eyes flutter as my smile curls, he leans down, hovering over my lips, "We will both get what we want Angel, we just need to give it time."

I nod before his lips press against mine, fisting his shirt in my hands, pulling him down tighter against me, deepening our kiss.

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