Off His Game

Maddox POV

I’m losing my freaking mind.

The puck slipped past me. Again.

Holden skated up, brows scrunched together like he was debating if he should ask or let me spiral in peace.

“Yo… you good?”

“Yeah.” I forced a smile. One that probably looked more like a grimace because his concern didn’t budge.

And why would it? I’d just missed three shots in a row and nearly tripped over my own damn skates