Ice In His Veins

Ice In His Veins

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"He's not like this, he keeps to himself, tells people off, all he does is eat, sleep, study and play hockey." I glanced up from the silver bleachers into Zac's eyes. "You're different, you seem to break down his walls and make him happy. You know, I've never seen him smile. Not until you step foot into this rink." I couldn't stop the grin from making its way across my lips at Zac's words. I looked back towards the ice only for my gaze to connect with those soft grey eyes I've begun to love. I saw the puck slide across the ice from the corner of my eye. My eyes shifted back towards Jeremy just in time to see him check one of the other players and intercept the puck before racing down the ice at lightning speed and slap shooting it in. He looked back over to me and gave me a wink before going back to his position. "He talks about you all the time. Probably the most I've ever heard him talk. Don't give up on him, you never know what you need the most until it's gone."
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