ANTALYA'S POV

"Alright, partner," I said through gritted teeth as we reached our designated practice area. "Let's get this over with."

Raymond just stood there, casually leaning on his hockey stick like he had all the time in the world. His golden hair caught the rink lights, and that infuriating smirk was plastered across his face.

"Actually," he said, examining his fingernails with exaggerated interest, "I don't think I'm in the mood to practice right now."

I stared ...