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"I don't think I can do it anymore, Ilya." She continues, the hockey player stands there speechless.
"No... Jane, don't.." Ilya begins quietly. She shakes her head, standing up from the bench.
She grabs her jacket and sighs. "I have to go, Ilya. I can't do this."
As she makes her way up the stairs, this leaves a silent Ilya.
"ya tebya lyublyu...."
He's been meaning to say it to her... but he missed his chance. Any chance he ever had.
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Jane Hollander is starting her career in the Women's Major League Hockey, and she is fucking determined to prove herself to the world. She's also the neurotic overachiever, who is extremely anxious and "boring."
She is always in a good mood - except when she's around Ilya Rozanov.
From the moment she faceplanted into the intimidating Russian hockey player with the cheekbones of Greek god, she despised him.
Ilya Rozanov. Intimidating, but a total ladies' man.
He always seems to find a way of getting under his opponents' skins. He is starting his professional hockey career, being known as "one of the best prospects in the world." The only way to describe him is intimidating and cocky. Ilya is already starting his career with an enemy - it's a WMLH player, Jane Hollander.
From the moment he walked into the annoyed yet positive rookie with flawless skin and freckles scattered across her smooth, delicate skin, he despised her.
They became enemies....
Rivals.
One thing that they didn't expect happened:
They fell in love...
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