Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
Ash was flexing dramatically while Mac narrated his stats like a sportscaster.
Milo ducked into his corner, heart still stuttering, sweat cooling on his skin. He hadn’t stopped smiling.
"We’re not wasting a night like that in the hotel bar," Josh announced. "That was a statement game. I want music, overpriced drinks, and someone to yell at me over the bass."
There was a chorus of agreement, growing louder with each voice.
"Proper bar tonight," Mac said. "One that plays music you can actually dance to. Not that sad lounge attached to the hotel."