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... me up at six, blaring, and for ten minutes I lay there staring at the ceiling, remembering last night.
The tension between Rhys and me and his scent were clinging to the back of my mind, no matter how much I tried to block them out.
"Oh, fuck this," I groaned as I pushed myself up, showered, dressed, and headed out before I had the chance to overthink anything else.
The practice facility was already buzzing when I arrived. The sound of skates carving into the ice echoed o ...
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