Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
“Excuse me, this man has emotional depth!”
Jamie couldn’t stop the small twitch at the corner of his mouth.
When they reached the sushi restaurant, Max grabbed the door with playful exaggeration, ushering the three freshmen inside. “After you, young’uns.”
The place was bright and modern, with warm wood accents and soft lighting. A long conveyor belt ran through the center of the dining room like a colorful river, carrying an endless parade of small plates, vibrant sashimi, neatly rolled maki, glistening nigiri, and little bowls of edamame and seaweed salad. The steady, gentle clink of plates moving along the track filled the air with a soothing rhythm.