Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
Jamie walked into the coffee shop off campus.
It was a small, cozy place with warm string lights, mismatched furniture, and the rich smell of fresh espresso. Most of the evening crowd had already settled in with laptops and notebooks. He ordered an oat milk latte, found a small table near the window, and tried to look like he wasn’t vibrating with nerves.
At 7:04 the door opened and Spencer walked in.
He was cute. Medium height, wavy light brown hair, friendly hazel eyes, wearing a simple gray sweater and jeans. He spotted Jamie and smiled, heading over with an easy wave.