LOGIN“Admit it,” He growls, slamming my back against the wall, his body caging me in. “You like it when I piss you off.” My breath catches as our bodies collide, heat and hatred sparking between us. I hate Dorian Hayes with every fibre of my being...so why can't I pull away? For Noah Carter, hockey isn’t just a game–it’s an escape. The golden boy captain with a killer smile and a secret he can’t afford to slip, Noah’s carefully crafted lie is falling apart with every practice and every time he locks eyes with HIM. HIM. Dorian Hayes is fire on the ice with only one mission--Make it to the NHL. But there’s one person he never expected to see when he got in Bridgewater to play for the Artic-Blades. Noah Fucking Carter. The one person he hates with everything inside him. Cue in a plan to destroy everything Noah stands for. But every time their bodies collide on the ice, Dorian can’t deny the pull. It’s infuriating, maddening…and addictive. He doesn’t want to want Noah, but when their rivalry shifts from Icy stares to scalding touches, Dorian is forced to confront a truth he’s spent years skating away from: sometimes, the person you hate the most is the only one who truly sees you.
View MoreNOAH I got Dorian’s text three days ago. It’d sat there like a live wire in my inbox, marked as unread but already buzzing in my chest. The stupid little preview line haunted me every time I opened my phone: “Hey. I got you a ticket for the game. You don’t have to reply. Just come if you want. Please.” Then it was followed up with "No pressure." No pressure. Right. I had half a mind to delete the damn thing altogether and stay at the apartment, crawl back into bed and keep nursing the wall I’d been trying to rebuild between us. You know, patch up the cracks, re-fortify the wall id desperately started stacking between us, brick by self hating brick. It had seemed like wiser choice, hell even logical. After all, I hadn't stopped him from leaving after that dinner and tell him I was keeping him at arms length to protect him. It was easier to let him believe that I still hadn't forgiven him because the Dorian I knew would give up fucking hockey if it meant to be with me. But… not go
Dorian POVI was going to throw up.No, seriously. My palms were sweating in my gloves, and my helmet felt like it was two sizes too tight. I kept adjusting it like a moron while standing in the tunnel, staring at the edge of the rink where the white glare of the arena lights bled into our shadows. The other team was already on the ice, getting in their warmups, skating back and forth with that casual smugness like they owned the place.But it wasn’t them I was nervous about.It was Noah.I’d texted him three day ago after sending him a ticket that I'd bought for him to sit in the family box, right up near the glass on the far side. Special clearance, everything. I even messaged: You don’t have to reply. Just come if you want. Please.But he didn’t reply. Not even a "k" or a fucking read receipt.So I told myself I’d focus on the game. That this was important. The first scrimmage of the season and first time we’d be playing in the upgraded rink with five thousand goddamn seats. I need
Dorian’s POVMy fucking knees wouldn’t stop bouncing. Tap, tap, tap, like they had a mind of their own. I sat hunched forward on the bench in the locker room, whilst placing my elbows on thighs as my palms sweated through the fabric of my pants. I hadn’t been this tense since the dinner we had after Noah’s stage play two weeks ago.Jesus. That night had been the most awkward night of my fucking life.Everyone at that table had known something was wrong. The tension between Noah and me had been thick enough to cut with a steak knife. Every time I caught his eye, he’d look away. Every time Jaxon's dad said something loud and proud, I watched Noah flinch and force a smile. I felt like a bastard for ruining what was supposed to be his big night, but I didn’t regret what I’d said. Someone had to say it.But it sill didn’t mean it hadn’t haunted the fuck out of me since.A loud whistle snapped me out of the memory and I sat up straighter. Coach O'Rourke was standing in the middle of the r
NOAH’S POVI barely heard Imogen through the loudness of the pumping of my heart. My head did jerk towards her but I barely saw her. All I was was him.. Dorian. I tried to fight it, my feelings for him and everything but it was hard when you know you're in deeper than you expected. I wanted to be able to control myself and this was just the prime example that I couldn't, not where he was involved. Three days and seventeen hours. That was how long I tried to be away from him for. I knew down to the second I stopped responding to him. After he sent a video in response to mine, I just.. couldn't. It felt too much. So instead, I turned my attention to my play. I edited and rehearsed with the crew, making changes and trying my damnest best not to yell at anyone as I was pretty frustrated. I had posted the flier on my Instagram but I had not expected him here for promotion. The very person I was avoiding. And now, he was here. And he loves me. He told me he loved me and wanted to be wit






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