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Second Choice

作者: E L Simon
last update publish date: 2026-06-12 22:06:48

Blackmoor.

The Vultures.

The team that had sat down with him after every big game, the one that had dangled early interest like a shiny lure. His only concrete offer so far. And now Coach was waving Jax over instead, voice casual, like it was nothing.

A hot spike of panic punched through Ryder’s ribs.

He stood frozen in front of his locker, jersey half peeled off, sweat still cooling on his skin. They were mine. My safety net. My first real shot. The thought looped ugly and loud.

What if thi
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    By the time Jamie made it down the hallway to the media room, the arena had settled into a strange, hollow quiet. The kind of quiet that made every footstep echo.He set his camera on the small table with more force than necessary and immediately began rearranging it.Tripod centered. Chairs angled. Audio checked.Checked again.He swallowed hard.Dane.He was going to have to sit alone in here with Dane soon. In an almost empty rink. At night. After watching him square up to another player.Oh God.Maybe he should’ve asked Beck to stay.Maybe he should’ve asked Larsson.Maybe he should’ve pretended the audio equipment wasn’t working and postponed the whole thing until morning.His pulse kicked back up.He imagined Dane in this small room, broad shoulders filling the chair, irritation still simmering, answering questions in clipped, unimpressed sentences.Jamie exhaled slowly through his nose.It was just an interview. Just ten minutes.A knock landed against the door.Jamie nearly ju

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    A student assistant met Jamie outside the corridor and waved him toward the lower bowl.“Media section’s over there,” she said, pointing toward a cluster of folding chairs just off the glass near the blue line. “You can’t cross behind the bench once warm‑ups start. Just stay clear of the tunnel.”Jamie nodded, clutching his camera a little tighter than necessary.He made his way down the steps carefully, the arena already louder than it had been during the exhibition. Music thumped through the speakers. The scoreboard glowed overhead, cycling through player stats and hype videos. Fans filtered into their seats in jerseys and face paint, the air buzzing with anticipation that felt entirely different from the quiet rehearsal energy of pre‑season.This was his first real hockey game.It was nothing like practice.Practice had been controlled. Predictable. A handful of players, coaches shouting, the scrape of skates echoing in a mostly empty rink.This was alive.Jamie reached the media r

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    Max hadn’t meant for it to turn into this.At some point, the world had narrowed to the space between them. Just heat and breath and the steady slide of mouths that kept deepening instead of easing off. He lost any sense of how long they’d been at it. Time blurred into the rhythm of Jamie learning him and Max responding in kind.Jamie was exactly as soft as he’d looked.His skin was warm beneath Max’s hands, smooth where his fingers slipped beneath the edge of his jacket and traced over the cotton of his T‑shirt. He tasted faintly of soda and something sweet, something unmistakably Jamie. It was addictive in a way Max hadn’t been prepared for.“That’s it,” Max whispered, brushing his mouth back over Jamie’s. “Just like that.”Jamie shivered at the praise, the reaction immediate and unfiltered, and it went straight through Max.At first Jamie had followed carefully, adjusting when Max adjusted, opening when Max pressed a little deeper. But now he was responding on instinct. Tilting hi

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    If humans came with a self-destruct button, Jamie would have pressed his right then.“Oh my god,” he blurted before he could stop himself. “Was it that bad?”Max snorted. “No,” he said, amused. “No. It wasn’t bad. You just seemed a little… nervous.”Jamie’s laugh came out thin and brittle. “Yeah. I guess I could, uh. Use a little practice.”He meant it as self-deprecating deflection. A joke.Max went quiet.Jamie risked a glance at him.Max was watching him like he was considering something. Head tilted, green eyes steady and assessing in a way that made Jamie feel slightly dismantled.“Alright,” Max said finally. “Sure.”Jamie blinked. “What do you mean?”“You can practice on me.”Jamie’s brain lagged.“I—” He barked out a disbelieving laugh. “Obviously I was joking.”Max raised a brow, slow and deliberate, the corner of his mouth lifting just enough to suggest he knew exactly what he was doing. The confidence in it was infuriatingly attractive.Jamie stared at him. “Sorry. Can you

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