Off the Ice
Round ten.
Liam stood completely still in the center, his arms crossed over his chest, his eyes tracking the number 88 jersey with a cold, unyielding precision. Internally, Liam was fighting his own war. He was straight asf. He had a gorgeous girlfriend who actually cared about his career. He had spent the morning texting Chloe, trying to anchor himself back into his comfortable, predictable reality. But watching Jaxson push himself to the absolute limit of physical exhaustion, a sickening, confusing knot of mixed feelings tightened in Liam’s stomach.
He hated Jaxson for the mess at the club. He hated him for the pretense. But most of all, he hated how intensely he had reacted to seeing thos