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Noah’s P.O.V.The bed felt cold.That was the first thing I noticed. Not the faint hum of someone playing FIFA in the next room or the buzzing streetlamp outside the window. Just the empty space beside me—where warmth used to be. Where Dorian was supposed to be.I reached out sleepily, eyes still closed as I brushed my fingers against nothing but cool sheets and crumpled fabric.My lashes fluttered open slowly, heavy with sleep. The red numbers on the clock blinked 1:14AM, like they were mocking me.The room was really empty, hell not even his jacket was tossed somewhere on the floor like it always was. He was just...gone.I sat up, rubbing my eyes and stifling a yawn. My throat felt dry as hell, and the water jug I usually kept on my nightstand was bone dry too because I hadn't really spent a lot of time in my room. Groaning, I got to my feet and grabbed a hoodie, stepping out of my room and moving down the hallway, then padding down the stairs. The whole house had that muted, ghost
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Jaxon felt like shit. There was no other word for it. He was filled with guilt that sat heavily in his gut and fermented, souring every win, every smile, every second of silence. Even now, after their sixth game, a win, technically, he couldn’t shake the feeling awayBecause Noah Carter had played like a ghost.Sure, the scoreboard said they won, but anyone with eyes could see it. Noah was dragging himself across the ice like his skates were made of lead. He flinched anytime Dorian got within five feet of him, avoided his passes, and barely looked up during the post-game huddle. Whatever fire he used to have, whatever rage-fueled grace he normally carried himself with, it was fucking gone.Jaxon really hated it. He wanted his bestfriend backWhen they made it into the locker room, the rest of the guys didn’t even try to hide their curiosity. They were muttering to each other in low tones, passing glances between Noah and Dorian like the two were a car wreck they couldn’t look away fro
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Authors P.O.VThe last thing Noah expected was to look over his shoulder and see Dorian Hayes coming at them while yelling for Jaxon to get his hands off his shoulder. The mother fucker kept creating a scene even after Noah told him to fucking leave.So in a rush of anger, Noah's body jolted forward, jaw clenched, ready to fucking deck him—until Jaxon hooked an arm around his middle and yanked him back."Are you insane?" Jaxon hissed through his teeth, dragging him toward the exit. "Let it go. Not here."Noah didn’t say a word. He just kept glaring at Dorian until the metal door slammed behind them.He didn’t even realize he was shaking until he buckled in and stared out the windshield. Just like before, Jaxon got into the driver's seat and began driving the car to a place Noah didn't really give a fuck about. He may have preferred to be in bed right now sleeping this gnawing ache in his chest off but he'd be damned if he continued to let Jaxon worry so much about him.Speaking of the
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Dorian's P.O.VNo one was even looking at me, but I felt like the entire fucking room was laughing in my face. Not out loud, not in any obvious way, but I could feel it in my skin. A sick buzz crawling under the surface as Noah leaned in toward Jaxon, the two of them grinning by the lockers like the past month hadn’t happened between us. It was as if the history of what we used to be was totally wiped off, the way he had cried in my arms and how I used to make him moan, whisper, beg.Now Jaxon was the one pulling a laugh out of him with some bullshit story. I could tell it was bullshit by the way his hands moved in an exaggerated and performative way. And the worst part of it all was that Noah was giving him a real, open-mouthed, soft laugh. That damn laugh he used to give me when I kissed the underside of his jaw.When he was moping around all sad, a part of me, probably twisted and sick like it because it meant Noah still gave a fuck about me and as long as my actions were still cap
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Dorian The box cutter in my hand was dull as hell, but I worked it like it was a damn scalpel, slicing through layers of tape. I was on my knees in the cramped backroom of the store, sleeves rolled up, whilst being surrounded by towers of cardboard and half-dusty shelves of expired cereal. The air smelled like plastic and detergent and a little bit like the overripe bananas Susie always left near the staff fridge.I was almost done for the afternoon. Just a few more restocks and then I’d hit the bank to transfer some cash to Mom. Her voice had sounded clearer last time we talked, less slurred from medication. She even asked me about school. Rehab was working. Or maybe she was just too tired to yell.Either way, she needed the money. And I would’ve just done the transfer on my phone, but I didn’t have one anymore. A few days ago, I returned the android Noah bought me. I wouldn't lie and pretend that I'd handed it over him to while looking him in the eye. There was no way in the fucki
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Noah’s P.O.VThe seventh game of the regionals ended with the Arctic Blades fucking demolishing the Wisconsin's titans. The titans, of all the teams.. I could still feel the sting in my thighs from the sprints and the vibration in my hands from that final slapshot that screamed past their goalie and lit the whole fucking stadium on fire. The crowd was still roaring in my head but the celebratory noise wasn't enough to wipe off the ridiculous grin on my face as I skated off the ice. We did it. We fucking did it. We have already made it into the fucking frozen four and the last(eighth) game of the regionals was just a formality I was halfway down the tunnel to the locker room, already reaching up to unclip my helmet when Coach O’Rourke’s voice barked out. "Carter!" Glancing over my shoulders, I spotted him waving me over.So I fully turned around, skating in a slow arc, only to see he was standing next to a man I didn't recognize. He was tall, built like bulldozer. He probably used t
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Noah's P.O.VI kept my eyes on the road, both hands tight on the wheel like I was holding on for dear fucking life. My heart was pounding loud enough to compete with the engine’s low growl. Every building I passed just made the nerves worse, like some countdown to a moment I didn’t know if I was ready for. Why the hell was I even nervous?It’s just Dorian.Except it wasn’t just Dorian.It was the first boy I ever wanted and was bold enough to let into my heart. The boy who got under my skin and twisted every part of me into knots. The boy who broke me, and the boy I still wanted, like a fucking masochist.When I finally pulled into the parking lot, I sat there for a second, dragging in a deep breath, then another. I could just leave. Text Coach and tell him I dropped the message. But no matter how much I tried to reverse out of here, I couldn't.. My fingers were already gripping the door handle, and then I was out, snow pelting lightly on my skin.The warm off-white lights of the stor
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Noah's P.O.VI didn’t remember the moment when I left the store and got on the road, driving to Jaxon's family house. Hell, I couldn’t even tell you what was playing on the speakers, even though I knew it was that stupid ass playlist Jaxon had shared with me—grunge and rock and some country-folk hybrid that made me want to pull my hair out when he'd begged me to indulge him. Right now, my brain was loud, louder than any music could ever be.Outside, the snow fell heavier now, little white streaks dancing past the windshield, like the universe was throwing static at my face just to see if I’d blink.I didn’t because I was still thinking about him.His mouth. The kiss wouldn't fucking leave my brain. It was as if his lips was still crushing mine and his breath lived in my lungs. My lips tingled with the need to be back on his and now all I could think about was how fast it ended. I shifted in my seat, groaning through clenched teeth. My dick was pressing up against the seam of my jeans
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Noah's P.O.VIt took me two hours. Two entire cold, hellish hours in Miami’s glitziest district, where ninety percent of the designer boutiques were either closed for the holidays or by appointment only, and the few open ones were selling garish silk scarves and overpriced tins of cookies that screamed pretentious. But finally, by some miracle, I found the perfect gift. It was silver, understated but elegant. The kind of watch Dorian could wear and not feel like he was trying too hard, but still look like he ran shit. I just hoped he wouldn't be able to tell how expensive it was, because knowing that stubborn Hayes Pride, he'd probably shove it back at me if he did. God, that pride. It drove me up the wall and made my chest ache in equal measure. I'd almost blown a gasket when I saw he'd returned the phone I bought him.Well here's hoping he doesn't notice.I didn’t bother with fancy wrapping and just grabbed the stupid red box with a silver ribbon offered to me from the lady at the
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Noah's POVI woke up feeling... okay. Maybe better than okay. I felt really good than I did through out yesterday anyway. That soup must have worked wonders.My nose wasn’t a faucet anymore, and my head didn’t feel like someone had stuffed it with cotton and then shaken it around for fun. But I also woke up to an empty bed, a dry throat, and the hollow aftertaste of regret.Dorian and I had argued last night about Mark.Stupid, pointless, totally preventable fight.It wasn't that we would have shared the same bed if we hadn't gotten into that fight, but at least, we won't be keeping malice with each other.Honestly it was my fault. He’d asked who Mark was after I let the name slip, and instead of just saying he was a friend, which, let’s be honest, wouldn’t have been a lie, I played the game of poking the bear. Because some pathetic part of me still wanted Dorian to care enough to get jealous. I wanted...no, needed to see that fire in his eyes, the reminder that maybe I still matter
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Noah's POVChristmas Eve, and I felt like roadkill that had been rained on, run over twice, and forgotten on the side of the road. My nose was clogged, my head was pounding, and my limbs felt like they’d been stuffed with wet socks. The apartment echoed with silence and I just felt so fucking miserable..Liam had left for “practice” three days ago. Practice. On Christmas week. Sure. I wasn’t stupid. Even NHL players got time off for the holidays. But I didn’t ask questions. It was his place, not mine. He could go to Jupiter and I’d still have to be grateful for the four walls and overpriced furniture.I shuffled to the door like a corpse when the bell rang, dragging the blanket off the bed with me like it was my emotional support animal. A tissue hung out of my nostril, clutched in one hand like my last shred of dignity.I was already mentally preparing myself for the sight of a package guy or maybe Mark, here to guilt-trip me into watching Elf for the fifth time. But when I opened th
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Dorian’s POV“Twenty-nine... thirty.”The bar slammed back into place with a satisfying clang, my arms trembling slightly from the weight. My chest rose and fell, slick with sweat, and I laid there on the bench for a second, staring at the ceiling of the mostly empty university gym like it had answers. It didn’t.Groaning, I wiped my face with the towel I slung over the rod, then sat up and shook out my arms. The pain was good. It kept me focused and grounded. It had only been a week and a day since I started seriously training again, but my body was already responding—bulking, hardening, becoming familiar again. Something I could control. conditioning and playing ice hockey for the last few weeks of the championship season also helped a lot.Anyhow, I made my way to the floor-length mirror at the far end of the gym, bare-chested, my joggers hanging low on my hips. My reflection stared back at me and not to be a conceited asshole but I was impressed. My arms which had begun to thin wh
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NoahIf you favoured Minnesota in the winter, the beautiful snow covered scape and curling up in front of a fire place with a hot whipped coffee, then you'd definitely find Miami offensive as fuck. It was less than a week to Christmas and the sun was out. It wasn’t even noon and it was already making a damn spectacle of itself, glaring down on my windshield like I owed it money. I had the AC blasting, sunglasses on, and I was still squinting like a mole dragged out of his burrow.it was insane. The only tell tale sign it was winter was definitely the over the top decorations along every single building I'm driving past and the string lights around trees that'd be lighted up at night.My phone suddenly buzzed where it was mounted on the dash, dragging me from my observation. I tapped the screen and my second bestfriend's name flashed across it. biting back a grin, I answered the call but before I could even say hello, her voice exploded through the car like a battle cry.“NOAH FUCKING
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Dorian's P.O.VIf I thought the Carter mansion looked stunning at night, it was even more ridiculous in daylight. It wasn't just an house but an estate, looking like something off a postcard. I sat behind the wheel of Susie’s tiny car, jaw slack as I stared up at the sprawling estate. Massive hedges shaped into clean-cut shapes of cherubims. The last time it had been in shapes of chess pieces or I may have been mistaken looking at it in the night. Anyway, the pillars gleamed like they were carved from marble, and a few people in uniform swarming the front lawn like busy bees, stringing up massive Christmas garlands. It was literally a whole operation. Frosted wreaths, gold-dipped reindeers, strings of lights being looped over every surface that could take them.Of course, they had a whole staff for this. Rich people didn't climb ladders to decorate their house for Christmas. It was just perfect I caught them at this time. Shit.I opened the car door and stepped out, my shoes muted
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Hello guys! Author here! I'm so sorry about the last chapter. I would love to launch into an explanation of why that happened but the words count for "authors notes" is very limited. (But it's a honest mistake.)It won't happen again and to show I'm really sorry.I'm making the next chapter free and adding it to this note.so here.Championship Season.Dorian's P.O.VDORIANThree weeks laterI shoved the door open with my shoulder, the tiny bell jingling in that annoying, rusty way it always did. The strip mall lights outside cast long shadows across the linoleum floor. Everything smelled like synthetic pine and warm plastic—exactly like a place that sold discount dish soap and almost expired soda should.At the front desk, Susie didn’t even look up. Her eyes were glued to the little TV mounted up in the corner like a shrine. Snorting at the reindeer jacket she had on--please it looked absolutely ridiculous --I blinked, pausing halfway into the store. That was me on the screen, liftin
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Noah's P.O.V The long drive from campus to my home felt like a slow trek to my own execution. By the time I pulled up to the front of my family’s mansion, the same looming, white-stoned fortress I'd grown up in, it had gotten even darker. My tires crunched over the long winding driveway which was filled with floodlights along the stone paths down which cut through the Late night November darkness. I killed the engine, and left my hands on the steering wheel, breathing in and out. For a second, I just sat there, staring up at the massive house like it was about to swallow me whole. It was like a giant beast carved into hill, the many floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflecting lights causing the house to glow all by itself. Beside me, Dorian whistled low from the passenger seat. "Jesus," he muttered, turning to me with raised brows. "You lived here your whole life?" He shoved the door and stepped out, craning his neck to take it all in; the ivy wrapped columns, the massive lak doors
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Noah's P.O.VThe long drive from campus to my home felt like a slow trek to my own execution. By the time I pulled up to the front of my family’s mansion, the same looming, white-stoned fortress I'd grown up in, it had gotten even darker. My tires crunched over the long winding driveway which was filled with floodlights along the stone paths down which cut through the Late night November darkness.I killed the engine, and left my hands on the steering wheel, breathing in and out. For a second, I just sat there, staring up at the massive house like it was about to swallow me whole. It was like a giant beast carved into hill, the many floor-to-ceiling glass windows reflecting lights causing the house to glow all by itself.Beside me, Dorian whistled low from the passenger seat."Jesus," he muttered, turning to me with raised brows. "You lived here your whole life?" He shoved the door and stepped out, craning his neck to take it all in; the ivy wrapped columns, the massive lak doors and
