“Kiss him for luck, Barrett.” Harris smiled at him. “It might work.” So Troy kissed his boyfriend, a little awkwardly because he was wearing full hockey gear and his skates made him a couple of inches taller than usual. Harris didn’t seem to mind. He went up on his toes and kissed Troy like he was made of cookie dough ice cream. “Wow,” Troy said when they broke apart. “You really went for it.” “Hockey gear. You know what it does to me.” “I can’t believe they let you work here, pervert.” Harris kissed his cheek. “I’m proud of you. Now get out there and win.”
