Chapter 47

Wayne’s POV

I can’t even begin to count the number of times I’ve been hurt in all my years of playing hockey. I’ve had broken bones. I’ve taken one-hundred-plus-mile-per-hour pucks in places people should never take pucks. I’ve lost teeth. I’ve been beaten to the point of being unable to walk for days.

I’ve played through it all.

But this hurt? I’m not sure I can handle it.

And this time, it’s all my fault.

I fucked up.

I fucked up big, and not just out on the ice where we blew a three-to-one lead yesterday and lost seven to three because my head was completely out of the game.

No. I fucked up long before tonight, so many times, in fact.

I should have never kissed Elena.

I should have never slept with her.

I should have never kept sleeping with her.

And I definitely, one hundred percent, should not have fallen in love with her.

But I did, I did, I did, and I so fucking did.

Standing in that hospital room,