Sebastian's pov

I watch Freya stare at the women's hockey league registration form for twenty minutes without moving and her finger hovers over the submit button like it might bite her if she presses it.

"What are you waiting for?" I ask from where I'm sitting beside her on the couch.

"I don't know," Freya admits and pulls her hand back. "What if I'm not good enough anymore?"

"You were good enough to make our team while pretending to be male," Logan points out from the kitchen. "You're ...