On the Edge (SCU Hockey #3)

by J.J. Mulder

I think of Atlas, as I so often seem to do these days, and add him to the list of people who probably need a few extra hugs.

“I feel…shaky? Like I am stepping off of a boat onto land. And also, a little bit like there are electrical currents in my skin, or bees in my chest.”

I was doing fine before a big, goofy, floppy-haired German brought me an apple.

Kissing Henri feels better than anything ever has.

Henri, who’s always remarkably self-contained, groans so deeply in his chest I swear I can feel it in my bones. It feels like invisible fingers plucked a guitar string inside me, my body reverberating with the echoes.

“I am not this person who gets bored and goes looking for someone new. I am never wondering if there are better people out there for me. I have only ever wanted you, Atlas.”

“You are the world to me. You are a blessing, and a gift. I am the happiest man alive with you beside me. Atlas—my love, my Bärchen—would you marry me?”