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"We were the only ones in the rink. He and I were skating with one another. He held my leg up as I stretched out my arm the other wrapped around his neck. We made eye contact as his breath grazed my neck. "You still hate me Smith?" Ignacio said softly as his eyes drifted towards my lips. I swallowed as I tried to think of what to say. Just a few months of ago we were practically at each other's throats and now we're here, practicing for the Olympics. "Maybe I don't Lopez?" I muttered as we finally came to a stop. He lifted my leg down and turned me towards him. His hands slowly moving down to my hips. My other arm found its way to his neck and before I knew it his lips were on mine."
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Never in a million years did I think I would cross paths with him again. Michael Woods. The boy who broke my heart. The boy who picked hockey over me. The boy who left me behind. After giving three years of my life to him, it was all over after his college graduation. He went his way and I went mine. But I never imagined landing a job at his agency when I moved to Boston four years later, let alone as his assistant. A job that's meant for me to service him, do as he asks, and give him all smiles. So, I play the part. I play the nice, kind, sweet assistant in public and ignore him like my life depends on it in private. The thought of getting close to him again terrifies me because I know. I know that once I let him again, I'll never be able to let him out. And if I do, it'll be at the cost of my heart, and this time he'll leave it broken beyond repair. I used to think he was forever mine. But hockey changed everything. What would he do now if he had to make that choice? Me? Or hockey? Or both? . . . ALL RIGHTS RESERVED TRIGGER WARNING: Mention of death by accident and depression

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