Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
and stalked off to another seat.
Silence hovered, brittle.
Then Voro, their goalie, broke it. “So, rookie. Why your old team have a problem with you? Why’d you turn on them?”
Noah frowned. Bit blunt, even for Voro.
Milo shifted uncomfortably, clearly wishing for anywhere else to be.
Noah felt for him, but he also watched, curious as hell why Sterling had called all the media rumors “bullshit” so confidently.
The rookie swallowed. “Ah... there were a few reasons I didn’t fit in but... mainly...” he faltered, shoulders hunching. “Uh... I’m gay. And that didn’t really—they didn’t want me in their locker room.”