My Hockey Alpha by Eve Above Story PDF

Nina

The airport was like a blur of faces-tired, eager, impatient. But there was only one I cared about, one that my eyes searched for relentlessly as I stood by the front door, waiting.

It was Sunday evening, and Enzo was set to be here at any minute now. Truthfully, I had gotten so impatient waiting at home that I showed up at the airport half an hour ago, as if it would somehow make him land faster.

But I was past the point in our relationship of being scared to seem too eager or clingy, because I knew that Enzo was probably pacing the airplane like a caged animal, too.

When I finally caught sight of Enzo's tall, muscular form walking through the arrivals gate, pulling his suitcase behind him, my heart leapt as though we hadn't seen each other in months.

"Enzo!"

I pushed through the crowd, running up to him. The world seemed to fade away as his arms enveloped me, drawing me into the sanctuary of his embrace.

He chuckled and lifted me, twirling me around once before gently setting me back down and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. I breathed in deeply, the familiar scent of him grounding me instantly.

"I missed you," he whispered into my hair.

"Me too," I replied, my voice muffled against the fabric of his coat. "So much."

It was funny to me, knowing how much we missed each other after just a couple of days without one another. But at the same time, it filled me with a sense of dread. What would it be like when we had to spend months apart, only seeing each other once in a while?

In a way, I hoped that we wouldn't get too used to it, either. It terrified me to think that we would get accustomed to being apart, and that eventually our reunions would feel mundane.

apart and made our way out

we drove home from the airport. Enzo looked weary but

of lavender from a candle that I had been burning, filling me with a sense of comfort. And, unbeknownst to Enzo, I had ordered food from

settling down on the sofa and stretching his legs out on the ottoman in

could tell him about the hospital visit, about the tests and what they meant for us and

could wait, at least for another night. Tonight

detract from myself. "I'd rather hear about your weekend first. How was the hockey team? Did you whip them

"Oh, man, I don't even know where to start," he said. "They need a lot of work. But they're all good kids with a lot of potential, and they're passionate about hockey. I'm excited to really get to

enthusiasm. It was infectious to see him so passionate about

said. "I'm

to do some fundraising for new equipment and maybe an away game or two. I was thinking of asking Lori if she would be interested in designing some t-shirts to sell. You think she'd go

probably love that," I said, grinning at the thought of my best friend having the chance to showcase her

gushing about his trip-the team, their personalities, their shortcomings, funny things that happened, the meals, everything. I listened intently to each and every word, genuinely excited

soft glow from the table lamp, my heart ached in a

terrified that the news I had to share would throw a wrench into the life that was

with ideas and projects for the future-a future that, whether he knew it or not, was on the verge of changing if I dropped this bomb on him. Did I even want to tell him now? Or would it be best to keep it to myself, to go through with my original plan for the abortion, no

sensing my inner turmoil, Enzo's eyes met mine with a tinge

barely above a

"You sure?"

as I reached over

sheets, onto Enzo's skin, into the depths of