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A story of finding love between three most unlikely people. Harding just wants to play hockey. He wants to block shots, send the puck to the other side of the rink and then go back to his dorm to do homework. And that's what he did for the first two years of college. But then a bumbling little figure skater bumped right into him after practice and wouldn't leave him alone no matter how much he ignored him. He brought along a red head too, who was obviously in a similar position as Harding. But maybe the figure skater could bring a little extra light into both of their lives.

"We can't do this." I whisper as our lips re-connect, a tingling fire surging through my body as his hands ravage unexplored lands; my innocence dissipating away with every peck he trails down my neck. "I know we can't. That's why it's so exciting." He replies through kisses. His effortless charm intoxicates me; drowning me; hunting me; devouring me. "What if my brother finds out?" The perpetuated patter of the rain unable to subdue my groan as he digs his nails deeper into my skin. "Who cares." ********** Welcome to my story, where an innocent boy finds a not so innocent boy in his bed; where they do not so innocent things. - YOP