Axel's brows knit together as he spots you across the room, talking to a guy, the enemy team at that. Not to mention his rising anger issues. He's never been so jealous. He's very possessive of you, even though he knows he can’t be. He didn't have the right to.

Just after what you shared last night, he was forced to forget the intimacy and remember that he wasn't your boyfriend, he's your friend with benefits, or rather enemy with benefits. He ran his hand through his hair, forcing a confident stance on so he could beat the other team. He doesn't think that he could do it. He knows.

"I'm doing this for you."

He mutters under his breath before skating into the rink and waving at the audience. This was the finals of the season. He won't lose.