“Nice jersey, Ice Queen.” Asher’s tone was hard, tightly controlled. He was pissed off. Well, I’d expected as much. I raised my chin. “Thanks, it’s my boyfriend’s.” Selena snorted with laughter beside me. Asher’s eyes held mine as he lowered himself to a crouch next to my seat. I was sitting at the end of the aisle. There was no one to act as a buffer between us. “Do you really think I’m going to let you win that easily, baby?” His voice was low, just for our ears. He didn’t want a scene before the game any more than I wanted him to rip his jersey off me and throw me out of the rink. “You’re
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Asher could definitely ruin me🥵
