Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
"It’s to replace that sad excuse you’ve been hauling to every away game."
Noah snorted. "Hey, that bag’s vintage."
"That bag was a threat to public health."
Grinning, Noah leaned across the table and kissed him quickly. "Fine. Thank you. It’s the nicest bag in the world."
Sterling reached under the table and set a second package in front of him.
"You’re doing more?"
"Of course."
Noah opened the next gift, pulling out a set of matte black, high-end noise-cancelling headphones. When he turned them in his hands, he caught the subtle engraving: Rivers #88.