OWNED ON ICE
“I fought the whole damn world for you. Don’t make me fight for you again. Please.”
They shattered together, bodies shaking, clinging like shipwreck survivors in the aftermath.
Afterward, JR eased them down onto the couch, stroking slow, soothing circles over Soren’s sweat-damp back, legs tangled intimately.
City lights sparkled across the water outside, indifferent to the storm inside.
“I love you more than hockey,” JR murmured into his hair, with a thick voice. “More than the Cup, more than anything else in this life. If something’s eating at you, you have to tell me. We don’t do secrets, not anymore.”
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