They were kissing, finally, and laughing and fumbling all over each other. Not caring for the moment that they were teammates, and yet bonded by their time on the ice.
She gives a gentle laugh, and she would have kept reading. But he breaks in.
“Maybe that’s why you keep picking up stories like these. You know you’ll never have the camaraderie that they do.”
It’s sudden and cruel. She has dropped the book and is already curling around her tears.
He has more to say but she can’t bear to listen, not at the moment. She knows that she won’t pick him up again for some time.