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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It was Friday evening and Duke had left for Mexico for a few days. I asked him what part of Mexico and he was cryptic with his answer. Maybe he thought I would fly and surprise him.
But as much as I wanted to go to Mexico I needed to get my hockey career back on track. First, I needed to find a new publicist, my old one didn't want anything to do with me. She said I tainted her name with the chaos that was created a year ago so she dropped me from her firm. Second, I needed to get in contact with my agent, Jackson Carter. He was a fucken saint, he had my back through thick and thin. He never gave up on me and told me to look for him when I'm ready again. I'm ready but I needed a new team.
Then images of Duke came flashing in my head. His handsome smile would appear after cracking a bad joke or when his blue eyes dilated when I got closer to him.
I haven't seen him since we had breakfast that morning but he gave me his number, which was a win. He wasn't very talkative through text or whenever I called. I was still intrigued with him regardless of all the cold shoulders he has given me. I'll just give him some space for now. I won't see him until next week so right now I have time to catch up with my life.
I paced back and forth in the lounge room waiting for Jackson to return my call. It's been 15 minutes and nothing yet. I know it was Friday evening and he was probably off the clock but I needed to plan out my schedule for next week. I'm done hiding. I want my life back, my passion for hockey never withered away. I just put it on hiatus but now my fingers tingle and my legs need to feel the coldness of the ice. I needed to glide across the rink to forget about the world and have eyes, for one thing, to win and lead my team to victory. I needed the adrenaline from fans and the power from my teammates. Hockey gave me life and power but it was lost when my mom passed away. I want to make her proud again. I know she's watching from above, she was my guardian angel.
Fuck it. I'll go to the local skating rink and practice my skating. I know I was going to be rusty and being at home wasn't going to improve my balance. I glanced at the couch and remembered Duke crying into my chest. His pain was injected into me. His tears were left on my muscle shirt but holding him was the best feeling ever. I wanted to protect him from this agonizing pain he's cocooned himself into. I wanted him to blossom like a butterfly but he was trapped in a sharp pain of despair. When he gets back I'm going to get him to open up to me but it's going to take patients but his eyes told me something else, he studied me every time his eyes landed on mine. There was a dim light of hope and I wanted to brighten it.
It was a little bit past 7 pm. I got to the local skating rink. I grabbed my skates, puck, and hockey stick from the back of my truck. I checked in and the girl at the front desk immediately recognized me. "Oh my god, Dash Mitchell," she was fanning herself as I chuckled. It was adorable how her eyes widen like an anime character.
"Hey, I'm guessing you're a fan," I teased and her cheeks went a rosy red.
"Oh god, yes I am. I still can't believe you're here. Do you need anything, skates, gear, anything?" She was sweet.
