My Hockey Alpha
“Aw, c’mon. There has to be more to it that you’re not sharing with us. Every romantic story I’ve ever heard is filled with sweeping gestures, love at first sight, and at least one serenade under a window.”
My cheeks tinged a light shade of pink. The scrutinizing way Mila looked at me made me feel like I was a specimen under a microscope. Our real story was too complicated, too intimate, too supernatural to be discussed over a casual dinner conversation.
Suddenly, Enzo intervened. “We actually met at a bar. I know, I know, it’s not a Disney movie, but it’s the truth.”
“A bar?” Mila feigned surprise but her eyes twinkled with a kind of knowing mischief. “I could never picture finding my soulm