Pucked Up
The man I broke is back—and he’s not here to heal.
I shattered his collarbone in front of twenty thousand screaming fans.
One reckless hit. One sickening crunch. One choice I’ll never take back.
I thought I’d buried my hockey career—and myself—in the woods.
But now he’s standing on my porch.
Noah Langley, the rookie I destroyed.
He says he wants the truth, but I see it in his eyes.
The way he watches my hands. The way he leans closer when he thinks I won’t notice.
He doesn’t want closure. And he doesn’t want revenge.
He wants pain.
He wants me.
And God help us both, I want him too—wrecked and ruined.
We’re not a second chance. We’re a slow-motion crash.
But we might be the only thing keeping each other breathing.
This isn’t forgiveness.
It’s obsession.
And if I touch him again, I won’t stop.
Not until he’s mine.
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