Broken Boy (The Puck Boys of Brooks University, #2)

by Hannah Gray

I wonder if she’s only holding my hand because it’s an act, or does she want to? And if she wants to, is it saving her the way she’s always saved me?

“I could be surrounded by a sea of people, all chanting my name, and I’d still look for her.” My heart aches. “Every. Single. Time.”

“I wasn’t made to play hockey, Tate. I was made to love you.