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2025-05-07 16:04:27Kade POV
I let out a frustrated groan, gripping his jersey tighter. “You tripped over your own fucking skates! I swear to god, Rook, it wasn’t even convincing!”
“It was fast! People will think I hit a rough patch of ice or something.”
“There was no rough patch! We play on pro-maintained ice!”
“Well, then I guess I’m just that clumsy,” he deadpans.
I stare at him, my entire body vibrating with frustration. “You are so fucking lucky I love you, because I swear to god—”
He smirks again. “Oh, I know.”
I groan again, pressing my forehead against his chest for a moment before shoving myself off him. “Unbelievable,” I mutter as I pull him up with me.
“You’re welcome,” he says, still grinning, and I glare at him.
“You are never pulling that shit again.”
“Well this was the last game, so
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