ZOYA
Hours later.
I bite the inside of my lip as we step into Ty's apartment, feeling suddenly very nervous. We haven't had really any private time together since our meeting on the ice. So much celebrating and so many traditions to carry out after winning the most sacred prize in all of hockey, the Stanley Cup. We've been out with everyone, had a million pictures taken, and seen the Vegas Strip explode in Crush colored lights. The whole city is one giant party right now that probably won't stop for at least a week.
But now our moment alone has come.
What if it's not the same between us? It's been weeks and we haven't even spoken. Maybe his feelings have changed? Maybe now that he doesn't have the kids living with him, he wants to go back to his old life. It was simpler, I suppose, in many ways. And yet, when I think of his face when he saw me on the ice - the raw happiness - I cannot doubt his feelings. How I've missed this man.