Puck Me Hard
Midnight Riggstasting my hockey roommatebasketball jokesyou can't joke about thatbroken by my mate
“Babe, is that Hayes?”
Babe?
What the hell.
Jaxon emerged from what looked like a second living room—shirtless, hair slightly tousled, holding a smoothie like a housewife from a N*****x rom-com. Only he looked way less like a bro and way more like a guy who belonged here.
“Hey,” he said casually, then smiled. “Come in.”
I stepped inside like I was entering a new dimension.
Jaxon looked... comfortable. Domestic, even. Like a guy who wore fuzzy socks and kissed his boyfriend before bed. I blinked again when he kissed the man’s cheek and said softly, “This is Sebastian. My fiancé.”