“Garrett was always a puck hog, but that first practice, I was angrier about what he looked like in the locker room than his performance on the ice.” – Blake.
I was shocked and angry beyond belief when Garrett walked into the locker room. I had finally found a men’s recreation hockey league within driving distance to my new place, and HE has to walk in? The worst freaking part is how he looked. He was always muscular, tall, powerful, and sturdy. He’s still all of that, but somehow more now.
That first practice was rough. I kept wanting to check Garrett into the boards so hard he’d have to crawl off the ice. But that wasn’t the worst part. I couldn’t help but think about how good he looked all these years later. I was distracted and screwed up a bunch of times when I should have been impressing these guys.
My past with Garrett needs to stay in the past, or I doubt I can stay on this team. Everything about the man makes me want to punch the smug smile off his handsome face. The captain invited me to the bar after practice, but I declined. I was afraid I’d get into it with Garrett after a few beers. Or picture him shirtless and soaked, wearing only hockey pants. Our first game is this weekend, and I don’t want to be distracted or enraged on the ice. It’s already going to be hard – I don’t need it to be harder.
Enemies to lovers hockey erotic romance tale with a HEA.
“Garrett was always a puck hog, but that first practice, I was angrier about what he looked like in the locker room than his performance on the ice.” – Blake.
I was shocked and angry beyond belief when Garrett walked into the locker room. I had finally found a men’s recreation hockey league within driving distance to my new place, and HE has to walk in? The worst freaking part is how he looked. He was always muscular, tall, powerful, and sturdy. He’s still all of that, but somehow more now.
That first practice was rough. I kept wanting to check Garrett into the boards so hard he’d have to crawl off the ice. But that wasn’t the worst part. I couldn’t help but think about how good he looked all these years later. I was distracted and screwed up a bunch of times when I should have been impressing these guys.
My past with Garrett needs to stay in the past, or I doubt I can stay on this team. Everything about the man makes me want to punch the smug smile off his handsome face. The captain invited me to the bar after practice, but I declined. I was afraid I’d get into it with Garrett after a few beers. Or picture him shirtless and soaked, wearing only hockey pants. Our first game is this weekend, and I don’t want to be distracted or enraged on the ice. It’s already going to be hard – I don’t need it to be harder.
Enemies to lovers hockey erotic romance tale with a HEA.