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Trust and Worries

ผู้เขียน: E L Simon
last update วันที่เผยแพร่: 2025-07-25 07:03:50

Noah wanted to adopt. Wanted to be a parent.

Sterling had practically sprung into action. Within minutes, he was coordinating with his lawyer to gather every favorable report and reference Noah might need, already drafting a letter of recommendation he could sign and have notarized. His connections could smooth the process, maybe even expedite it. It didn’t matter if Noah had asked or not. Sterling wanted to help. Needed to help. He wanted this for him... for them. Even if he didn’t fully know
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  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   The Dresser

    Jamie tried to laugh it off.The sound came out thin and shaky, dying in the space between them before it could convince anyone. Max stayed silent, eyes fixed on the road, jaw tight, one hand loose on the wheel. The quiet felt heavier than any shout.Jamie swallowed. “I, um… I think I just got a text. From the tutoring session. He said he learned a lot...”Max didn’t look over.Jamie tried again, voice cracking. “I must’ve misheard you. That’s… that’s not what you meant, right?”Still nothing. Max kept driving, tension visible in the rigid line of his shoulders, the way his fingers flexed once against the steering wheel.The second the car pulled up outside the dorm, Jamie made a break for it. He fumbled the door open and bolted toward the building, heart hammering so loud he could barely hear his own footsteps. His fingers trembled as he swiped his keycard. The lock clicked. He shoved the door open and darted inside, already heading for the stairs.He didn’t make it far.A heavy foo

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   The Date That Wasn't

    Jamie sat across from Spencer in the softly lit coffee shop, nursing his oat milk latte and telling himself this was going well.Spencer was good-looking in an approachable, low-pressure way. An easy smile that reached his hazel eyes when he talked about his environmental science classes and the ridiculous group project he was stuck with. He was enthusiastic without being overwhelming, funny in a way, and he listened when Jamie spoke. There was no magic spark, no butterflies exploding in his stomach, but that was okay. It wasn’t fair to compare Spencer to Max. What Jamie felt for Max wasn’t normal. It wasn’t realistic. It was the kind of naive, all-consuming attachment to his first real crush that was guaranteed to get him hurt.Spencer was safe. Spencer was the kind of guy Jamie could imagine fumbling through sex with without dying of embarrassment afterward. If it was bad, Spencer probably wouldn’t make him feel small. If Spencer never called again, Jamie wouldn’t feel like the wo

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   The Wrong Kind of Sweet

    Jamie woke on Sunday to the faint smell of Max’s cologne still clinging to his pillow.He spent most of the day in bed, staring at the ceiling, replaying every second of Friday night until his face burned and his stomach twisted. When his phone buzzed, he already knew who it was.Max: Hey. You survive the rest of the night okay?Jamie: Yeah. Thanks again for the ride.Max: Let me know if you need anything. Don’t go wandering alone.Jamie: I won’t. Just staying in.A few hours later the phone lit up again.Max: Did you eat yet?Jamie: yesMax: Proof please.Jamie: [photo of an unopened pack of ramen]Max: That’s not food. And you haven’t even eaten it. I’ll bring you something real later.Jamie: Actually I think I’m going to get an early night. Going to sleep now.Max: Jamie… it’s 5pm…Jamie turned his phone face-down and buried his face in the pillow that still smelled like Max.***By Monday he was starting to accept a terrifying new possibility: Max might actually be bi.That though

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Aftertaste

    Max was already dressed for the game, pads strapped tight under his jersey, hair still damp from his pre-game shower. He’d slipped away from the noise of the locker room and found a quiet spot behind the equipment cages, far enough from the main hallway that no one would overhear. The concrete wall was cool against his back as he leaned there, phone pressed to his ear.It rang.And rang.And rang.Then, miraculously, it picked up.A laid-back voice answered. “Yeah, this is Noah.”Max straightened. “Hi. Noah. My name’s Max Sullivan. I play for Greyhollow.”A short pause, then recognition clicked in. “Yeah, Sully! The goalie, right?”“Yeah, that’s right.”Noah chuckled. “Yeah I remember you, man. What’s up?”Max got straight to it. “Right. Well, I decided I finally need to get serious about hockey. I’ve been playing backup goalie my whole career. Always have. This is my senior year.”“Mm-hmm.”“Look, I’ve been coasting… but I scored a goalie goal last night.”“No shit… yeah, I saw that

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Plates and Panic

    They walked to the sushi place in a loose cluster, the sun warm on Jamie’s shoulders. Ava was still buzzing with chaotic energy, Zach hovering near her and Max walking beside Jamie with that easy, confident stride that made everything feel both safe and terrifying.She reached into her bag and pulled out a shiny new romance novel, sighing at the shirtless man on the cover and his eight-pack covered in baby oil.“That’s not a realistic body type,” Zach grumbled, gesturing at the book.Max glanced over and shrugged. “Well, technically it is possible…”Zach snorted. “You don’t have that either.”“Yeah, I like carbs,” Max said easily, “but seriously—low body fat, good lighting, consistent training… it’s not impossible. Just hope you’re looking forward to all the scenes where he’s constantly bench-pressing the furniture.”Zach laughed. “Yeah, and constantly drinking protein shakes.”Ava made an outraged noise. “Excuse me, this man has emotional depth!”Jamie couldn’t stop the small twitch

  • Owned on the Ice M/M Romance   Cherry Crisis

    Jamie was still lying in the grass, heart hammering, when he looked up and found Max staring down at him.Their eyes locked. For one breathless second the world narrowed to green eyes and the faint split on Max’s lower lip, the one Jamie had cleaned with trembling fingers last night. Then Ava groaned and started untangling her limbs from his.Zach offered her a hand up with an awkward little smile. “You good?”Ava took it, brushing leaves off her sweater. “Yeah. Perfect timing, though.”Max extended his own hand to Jamie.Jamie hesitated half a second before taking it. The moment their palms met, Max pulled him up in one smooth, effortless motion. Jamie felt suddenly feather-light, like gravity had taken the day off. His free hand flew out on instinct and landed squarely on Max’s chest. There was solid muscle under that soft hoodie fabric, warm from his morning skate.Heat flooded Jamie’s face. He was close. Too close. Close enough to smell the faint trace of soap and ice. Close en

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