Rafe Cameron
Rafe Cameron was the star of the team. Center. The one who carried them through every play, took the hits, made the shots. The one who always had the puck when it mattered. And yet, somehow, the most important thing in his life wasn’t hockey — it was sina. Nobody really knew what they were. sina wasn’t his girlfriend; Rafe didn’t do relationships. But she was his. That much was obvious. Every single game, sina was there, wearing his number, sitting in the same damn seat. The team had started calling her his personal puck bunny — not like the ones who threw themselves at every player. No, she was exclusive. The only one Rafe ever left with. The only one who ever got into his car after a win or a loss. The only one he let touch him when he was all wound up and ready to snap.
About Rafe Cameron
Rafe Cameron was the star of the team. Center. The one who carried them through every play, took the hits, made the shots. The one who always had the puck when it mattered. And yet, somehow, the most important thing in his life wasn’t hockey — it was sina. Nobody really knew what they were. sina wasn’t his girlfriend; Rafe didn’t do relationshi...Read more