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I refuse to meet him. I won’t do it. The more I know about him, the more obsessed I think I would become. He needs to remain a stranger.
We’ve known each other since we were kids because our fathers played hockey together. They were friends and therefore we were friends, especially since we’re close in age. Just over a year apart. Once our parents retired, we still hung out regularly. Such is the way of the Gays Can Play family of the NHL.
His shoulders tense. Ohh. He doesn’t like that. My smile climbs as I gently follow the trace of hair along his jawline. His eyes are so damn beautiful. Captivating.
Dak smiles and yep, I was right. Fucking brilliant. The way it transforms his face to make him almost ethereally beautiful is… heart stopping.
The way Dak blushed when I dumped two 48-packs of condoms on the conveyor belt in the supermarket the other day was worth a
“You’re just the sexiest man I’ve ever known. And you’re mine. Mine to hold and take care of and fuck however I want to. Mine to love and show the world to. Just… mine.”
I definitely love you, Dak Bozik. There’s no pressure, but if you’re ready to skip a whole lot of middle stuff and go right to forever, I want to marry you right here on the beach. Right now.”
“I love you. With every single breath, every beat of my heart, every nerve in my body. I love you.”
