The hotel room was on the twentieth floor.Damian didn't remember how they got there. One moment he was on the ice, holding Sebastian, the crowd roaring around them. The next moment he was in a elevator, Sebastian's good arm wrapped around his waist, both of them still in their sweaty game gear. The next moment the door was opening, and the room was there—king bed, floor-to-ceiling windows, a bottle of champagne on ice.The team had arranged it. Alex, probably. Or the equipment manager. Someone who knew they would need a place to collapse after the game, after the arrest, after everything.Damian stood in the middle of the room, staring at the window. The city stretched out below—lights, streets, the dark shape of the arena in the distance. Twenty thousand people had watched them win. Millions more had watched on television. The bribed ref was in custody. The lawyer had disappeared. And Damian was standing in a hotel room with his husband."We won," Damian said.Sebastian was behind h
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