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HATING THE HOCKEY CAPTAIN PART 4

Author: Nancy Grey
last update Last Updated: 2025-10-09 16:53:10

Sara’s POV

The second the door clicked shut behind him, the atmosphere shifted. It felt… different. Heavier. I looked up slightly, and that’s when I saw Roman leaning back in his chair, legs spread wide, that careless grin on his face. He reached into his jacket and pulled out a cigarette box, shaking it lightly.

“Anyone?” he asked, his voice lazy.

Leo grinned, reaching out to take one before tossing the box toward Archer. I didn’t mean to look—but I did.

Archer caught it with one hand, smooth and confident, like he’d done it a hundred times before. He took out a cigarette and slid it between his lips. Then he pulled a lighter from his pocket, flipped it open, and lit up. The tiny flame flickered across his face, making his jawline glow for a moment before he blew out a slow, smoky breath.

My eyes widened.

He smoked.

Somehow, I shouldn’t have been surprised. He was that kind of guy—trouble wrapped up in a perfect smile and messy hair. Still, watching him do it made something tighten i
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