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 to the

from the airport. Enzo looked weary but content, his eyes occasionally meeting mine with a quiet

us back with its warm interior and the scent 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 his favorite place in town; it was set to arrive

the sofa and stretching his legs out on the ottoman in

filled with genuine curiosity, and felt a lump form in my throat. I could tell him

face, relaxed and open, made me change my mind. The news could wait, at least for another night.

to detract from myself. "I'd rather hear about your weekend first. How was

"They need a lot of work. But they're all good kids with a lot of potential, and they're passionate about

voice dripping with enthusiasm. It was infectious to see him so passionate about something, to see a

I said. "I'm so happy for

rollercoaster, "I was jotting down some ideas in my notebook. We're going to need to do some fundraising for new equipment and maybe

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

their shortcomings, funny things that happened, the meals,

at him, his face illuminated with the soft glow from

happy, his dreams slowly taking shape in front of him, and I was terrified that the news I had to share would throw a wrench into the life that was

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

eyes met mine with

my voice barely above a whisper. "I'm

"You sure?"

gentle smile as I reached over to give his hand

the depths of his warm brown eyes. The world beyond this room seemed