Can two broken hearts be healed?
Duke Michelson lost his husband and high school sweetheart, Emilio. He buries himself with work but nothing seems to heal his broken heart not until he meets Dashiell Mitchell.
Dashiell "Dash" Mitchell also has a b...
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After two margaritas, Duke was laughing and all smiles. The darkness that was once in his eyes were now bright lights of happiness. He kept wanting to order me a margarita to join him but I had to drive and be on my best behavior. Plus I needed to get him home safely, there was no way he was driving home. I'll call the support center if he can leave his car there overnight.
Duke told me how he met his husband, Emilio. I think it was the most adorable story. Even though he had drinks in him, every time he would mention Emilio's name his eyes would darken and he would put a protective shield around him. I know he was guarded, how do you forget someone that you bound your words to. I know he still loves his husband deeply and it sucks that he passed away the way he did but something about Duke intrigues me. He's very innocent and broken but right now I'm seeing another side of him. He is very caring and delicate. I don't know much of him just a few stories of him and Emilio but I would like to know him.
"Come on, Dashiell," he said my full name and that made me do a throaty laugh. "Have a drink with me or are you too good for being a hockey player?" So he does know who I am? He's fucken adorable.
I chuckled and gazed into his crystal blue eyes, they lit up like a flame. His smirk was the cutest but he suddenly turned away. "I need to get you home safely," I said. I don't want to get into too much detail about why I can't drink.
"Fine, be boring," I held my stomach while I laughed again. He joined me. I don't remember laughing this much. I was having a great time with him.
"So you know I'm a hockey player, you follow sports?" To be honest, it doesn't look like he does but I could be surprised.
He giggled and that was the cutest, the drinks must be getting to him. "Emilio was the sports fanatic. He played football in high school but never pursued it. I saw your picture on the cover of Sports Today," his eyes studied my face. It's like he was trying to put a piece together but then his cheeks went a rosy tone.
"You saw that article, huh. Yeah, I was traveling by myself. Clearing my head from the loss of my mom and just everything that was going on in my life around that time," my throat constricted from the floating memories that were flashing in my head.
"I'm sorry," he finished his second margarita but his eyes darkened again. He must have seen my reaction.
His eyes aligned with mine again. He gave me a soft smirk. "What happened to hockey?"
Fuck. I didn't want to get into detail but I didn't want to be rude. "Let's just say my career went haywire after my mom passed away. I drank a lot, too much to be honest. I would practically be drunk on some of my plays. I was benched most of the time until I sobered up but my drinking became worst. My coach asked my agent to break my contract. They told me to take a year vacation to clear my head. Then I got in trouble with the law and now I'm here enjoying my time with you," his lips curved from ear to ear. God, he was handsome. I wonder what it would be like to kiss him.
