On the Edge (SCU Hockey #3)

by J.J. Mulder

I’m certain the real Atlas behind the walls is worth knowing, as long as I can get past the Atlas guarding the gate.

Atlas laughs again, and I miss him so badly it hurts. I miss the way his dark hair shines like it’s oiled, and the way his mouth only seems to soften for me. I miss kissing him, and touching him, and the way it felt to let him do it to me. I sigh, because those things are gone.