Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
Something hollow cracked wide open in his chest at the realization, sharp and aching in a way he couldn’t name.
Jessica smiled carefully. "Hey, rookie. Welcome back."
She reached for him, gently closing her hand around his, and squeezing lightly even as a blush stained her cheeks.
Noah turned his attention to the ceiling and swallowed hard, his throat dry and metallic.
"What happened?" he rasped.
She cleared her throat. "You took a bad hit."
Jessica drew a careful breath. "Two broken ribs," she explained slowly. "A deep gash above your brow—we’ve stitched it. And a mild concussion."