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“Well, I still think you should speak to the team. Even if they don’t have any openings, they might know of vacancies or at least have some advice.”

“I’m not moving,” he states. “LA is my home. I learned that the hard way.”

“Fair enough,” I say, skating around him and teasing him with the puck again.

This time, when he goes to take it, he succeeds, and I skate slowly behind him, watching as he shoots and scores.

“Yessss,” he bellows, throwing his arms above his head in celebration.

The smile on his face is everything, and before I know it, I’ve skated right up to him, wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, and my lips are on his.

He groans as my tongue slips past his lips, searching for his.

“Cooper,” he moans, deepening our kiss.

I forget about where I am.

I forget about who I’m meant to be, and what I’m meant to want.

When I’m with Garrett, we’re the only two people in the whole world who matter.

When we finally part, he’s laughing.

“What?” I ask, confused.

“I just kissed Cooper Nash on center ice. Do you know how many fantasies you’re allowing me to live out right now?”

“Is that right?”

“Uh huh.”

“What else do you fantasize about?” I ask, my eyes dropping to his swollen lips.

“Oh, you know, all the normal things.” His cheeks brighten, and I know it’s not just from the chill of the ice.

“Enlighten me,” I demand.

“Getting on my knees and blowing you right here in the middle of your barn. Letting you take me in the dressing room.”

Fire shoots through my veins as I picture both of those a little too vividly.

“Fuck, that’s hot as⁠—”

A noise cuts off my words as I spin around, my heart jumping into my throat at the thought of someone seeing us.

“What was that?” Garrett asks.

“I don’t know,” I mutter, scanning the stands for a person. “Shit. What if⁠—”

“It’ll be fine,” Garrett says, although without as much conviction as I’d like. “Maybe it was a bird or something.”

“A bird?” I deadpan.

“Yeah, I’m sure it happens.”

“Uh huh.”

“Did you want to go?” he asks.