The referee dropped the puck, and the game began in a flurry of movement. The rink was alive with the sound of skates slicing through the ice and the clatter of sticks colliding. Enzo and Matt worked together to create a fast break, passing the puck back and forth as they advanced down the ice. The

The apartment was dark and quiet, but the tension between us was palpable. We kissed again, our hands exploring each other's bodies. For a moment, there was no arranged marriage. There was no Edward, or James, or Richard. There was no Ronan. For a moment, it was as if we had just met again. Enzo pic

Enzo I spent the next week drowning myself in nothing but hockey in a feeble attempt to keep Nina off of my mind. Fio was furious with me and would hardly speak to me, often spending his days being dormant ever since Nina and I last had sex. Did I make a grave mistake by pushing Nina away? Her sce

Nina When I came to, the first thing I saw was Enzo’s concerned face. “Are you okay?” he asked, his eyes wrought with worry. I groaned and looked around, noticing now that the rest of the hockey team was also bent over me and looking equally as worried. It took a few moments for my head to clear,

I focused all my energy on the puck, determined to outmaneuver Ronan and lead my team to victory. We played fast and hard, each side trying to gain the upper hand. Ronan and I clashed multiple times, each of us pushing the other to the limit, but my team also worked hard to keep our score ahead. Ron