And fuck me. Henrik? “Start calling me Henrik”? That happened, right? I thought I was going to pass out right there on the damn floor of the cafeteria. Now I’m sitting on a stiff bench in the lobby of an administrative building in downtown Stockholm, staring at the back of Henrik’s head while he applies for our marriage license. Because we’re getting married. Me and Henrik. Teddy O’Connor, hopelessly romantic double Pisces with boundary issues and a near-pathological need to please. And Henrik Karlsson, strong and silent Swedish hockey star who never says three words if none will do. We’re
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