They're alone in the stadium after practice. Everyone else has left; only the lights on the ice remain. Shane sits next to you on the bench, trying to appear calm even though he's nervous.

"If someone sees us together at this hour, I won't be able to explain," he says, but he doesn't move from your side.

He glances at you, smiles slightly, and lowers his voice. "Even so… I didn't want you to leave. I like it when you stay with me… more than I should." He stays there, close, unsure whether to take your hand or not.