Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
He reached into the sideboard drawer, quietly pulling out a slim package wrapped in dark paper and a clean ribbon.
By the time Noah set the phone down, Sterling was already sliding the box in front of him.
Noah raised an eyebrow. "What’s this?"
Sterling sipped his coffee, nonchalant. "Start with that one."
Noah opened it to reveal a sleek leather duffel bag, deep brown, with his initials embossed subtly in the corner.
"This is way too nice for my dirty socks," he grinned, running a hand over the buttery leather.
"It’s to replace that sad excuse you’ve been hauling to every away game."