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She nods. “Always gets me, my heart is racing like crazy. Yours?” she asks. “So fast, honestly, I thought basketball which I usually cover was exciting but honestly, hockey is pure adrenalin.” This makes her laugh. “You can say that again, wait, he’s got the puck. Did you see Hawk’s play? That man is good.” Do I detect a bit of a liking for Alex’s wingman? “Are you and Hawk together?” She laughs at my question but does blush.

Ford punches me in the arm. “Look at you, Bro like a love sick teenager with stars and hearts in his eyes.” I flick him the finger. “Fuck you, asshole. You’re just jealous you haven’t found the one yet.” “And Roxy, you’re sure she is the one?” he asks as he lets his towel drop to the floor and is fully naked. We’re used to it. You have to be in hockey. Nobody gives a rat’s ass. “I’m sure. We love each other. Thing is she hasn’t decided to take the assignment in Tibet or to stay here with me. I’m kind of worried about her staying with the rogue infiltration and the new developments. There could be a war between us.”

He was almost breathless and I understood the reason for that. “Yes. There is always tension and it's nerve wracking.” I told him. “This is why I don't support any football club. I hate the tension that comes with it. I never knew hockey was worse.” “Ask me. My first game was insane. I was high on adrenaline by the time I got home.” Lana said and we laughed lightly.

Expect: ❄️ hockey rivalry 🐺 possessive alpha energy 🖤 forced proximity ❄️ locker room tension 🐺 secrets that can ruin everything 🖤 emotional damage ❄️ hate that slowly turns into something much more dangerous 🌶️Spicy smut Noel thought hiding the truth would keep him safe. He was wrong. please note, it's a slow burn romance but I promise it will worth your time and of course good smut🌶️🌶️🌶️ Leave a comment if you're ready to get marked on ice🧊

"Touchy subject. Got it. So is it daddy issues or new boyfriend issues? Because that look on your face screams 'man trouble.'" I pressed my fingers to my temples. "Why are you here, Ryan?" "Funny you should ask." He leaned forward, elbows on the table, grinning like the cat that ate the canary. "I got myself a hobby. Joined the NHL." I stared at him. Blinked. Stared some more. "I'm sorry, what?" "NHL, baby." He tapped the table twice. "Chicago Wolves. Just got called up." My brain tried to process this information and failed spectacularly.

Adrian leaned back slightly against the desk, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "It's stupid, right?" "It's not stupid" Elliot sighed softly before sitting at the edge of the bed. "Why do you want to play hockey?" Adrian shrugged. "I don't know. Maybe because anytime I see you on the ice, you're always happy. I wanna be happy too" he said. Elliot scoffed lightly. "So hockey makes you happy?" he asked. "Maybe" Adrian replied. "How about we do this? Go think of what really makes you happy. This next time we have this talk, you'll tell me what really makes you happy" Elliot said.

The tall one had blonde hair, brown eyes, a bag over his shoulders and daring look while the other had blue hair with blue eyes, his face was cute, like a fallen angel. “That’s Emory and Marsh, Emory is the captain of the hockey team” Xyla whispered in my eyes, it felt like talking about them openly would inquire consequences. I looked over at them, their seat were aligned. Emory sat behind Marsh. A part of the hockey team, I thought about it, seeing them made me excited, I couldn’t wait to apply for the hockey team. “Marsh is the right defenseman” Adele added. I nodded, then she leaned closer.

"Wait, really? That's so cool! Your parents got married?" "Yeah," we both say at the same time, our voices flat and completely lacking enthusiasm. She laughs, oblivious to how much we both hate that connection. "That must be so fun, living together and playing hockey together. Like having a built-in best friend." The irony of her words would be funny if it didn't make my chest feel tight. Bryson takes a long drink, his eyes never leaving mine over the rim of his cup. The challenge is still there, simmering beneath the surface of this stupid polite conversation.

Sebastian closed his mouth. Dr. Chen pulled out a notebook. "The league is concerned that your marriage is a sham. I'm supposed to evaluate whether you have a genuine romantic partnership or whether you're just exploiting a loophole." She clicked her pen. "So tell me. Why did you get married?" Damian and Sebastian spoke at the same time. "Because I love him." "Because we wanted to play hockey together." They looked at each other. Dr. Chen wrote something in her notebook. "That's a contradiction," Dr. Chen said. "Damian says love. Sebastian says hockey. Which is it?"

The couple in the corner leaned forward, their expressions curious. Jeffrey hunched lower in his seat, pulling his cap down further. "I'm not" he started. "I know you're not," the guy said, still grinning. "But you definitely are." Brielle watched the scene unfold, her arms crossed over her chest. She could see how uncomfortable he was, how desperately he was trying to disappear. But something about the situation felt like karma, like the universe had decided to pay him back for being an arrogant asshole this morning. "He's right," she called out, her voice cutting through the murmurs. "That is Jeffrey Kyler. Star player for," She paused, pretending to think. "The hockey team. You know the o