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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I was biting my nails off because the game was so intense. The Los Angeles Saints and the New York Panthers were neck and neck. The Saints were 3 and the Panthers were 4. It was the last period which lasted forever, each team played with stamina and violence. Dash had told me this was his old team but I never thought they hated him this much. I spotted Dash on the rink with his double 77, he wasn't moving as fast as the first two periods. But I noticed his plays were off as well. He was angry and tired I could tell by the way he skated. It wasn't as swift and precise. He was everywhere and wasn't concentrating, something was on his mind.
I glanced at my backpack on the seat next to me and smiled. I wanted to surprise Dash on the first draft of my newest book. I've been busy writing when Dash is at practice or when he goes away for a couple of days to play in another state. I couldn't travel with him because of work but I never missed a game.
I hope he doesn't mind the book is inspired by how we met. The way he asked me out when I was in pain. How fate brought us together again in Mexico. How his big blue ocean eyes gaze into my soul. How he made love to me. I could still taste his salty lips as our bodies melted to each other. I loved him and I hated seeing him so unfocused.
I was cut off from my thoughts when people started to boo. I glanced up and saw Dash being escorted to the penalty bench. Dash took his helmet off and slammed it on the glass protector. I asked the guy next to me what happened. "The other fucken guy faked he was going to hook Dash. Dash got pissed and slammed the other guy from behind," this was a foreign language to me but I know Dash told me some penalty charges in hockey and that was one that Dash did.
I saw Dash standing as I got up and went down towards the benching area. I tapped on the glass protector as he turned around. His hair was wet from sweat, he had dark circles under his eyes, but he managed to give me his handsome smile. I placed my hand on the glass protector as he did as well. He moved his lips and said, "I love you". My heart burst with joy. I told him the same thing. His minutes were up and Dash returned to the rink.
I walked up as all eyes were on me, everyone had a smirk on their face. My cheeks went red. I think they knew who I was. I'm pretty sure with all the pictures floating around of us in the media.
Then I saw someone sitting on the empty seat where my backpack was placed. He had long blonde hair, a full polished beard, and was tall as hell. I was curious about him then it hit me. Dash told me a good friend of his was coming to the game, Matthew Clearwater. But the game was almost over. I approached my seat and this guy gave me his handsome smile.
"You must be Duke?" How the hell did he know my name?
"Yeah that's me," I made my way to my seat and sat down. He handed me my backpack and took out his phone. He put his phone in front of me and showed me a picture of Dash and me. It was a picture of us at the awards last week.
"I'm Matthew Clearwater. Dash sent me this picture of you two not so long ago. Sorry, I'm late, LA traffic is the worst from the airport to here," he had a deep voice as I caught a whiff of his musky cologne. He was damn attractive and hella tall now that I'm seeing him in front of me. His legs didn't fit in these stairs.
