Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
The door opened and the crowd shifted.
Lila had arrived. Tall, radiant, and impossible to miss in a cropped white tank and a pleated skirt that definitely wasn’t school-approved. She wove through the crowd like she owned the place, stopping to hug Ryder's teammates, flirt with one of the rookies, and kiss another guy’s cheek as he handed her a drink.
None of it bothered Ryder. That was Lila—uninhibited, dazzling, dangerous in heels.
She finally found him by the counter, eyes glinting under the flicker of string lights. “Hey, baby,” she said, looping her arms around his neck. “Miss me?”