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We won.

The arena trembles beneath my skates. Scream, cheers and roars fill my ears. I blow a kiss to Bex, thanking him, and there’s one person I zone in on.

Number 13’s biggest fan.

Epilogue

Bohdi

Watching Brayden win is an experience that cannot be explained. It’s the one time he sheds all worries, becoming unbelievably carefree on the ice. Seeing his happiness in those moments, it’s what I live for.

Among the roaring crowd, a voice pierces through,

“Who’s number 13? He’s hot as fuck.” My head whips around so fast I fear I might strain a muscle. The boy, wide-eyed, stares at me.

“He’s mine,” I growl, my tone low and possessive, and the boy’s eyes widen even more as he nods frantically. As I turn around, I’m taken aback to see Bray, his eyes blazing with intensity as he stares at me, skating furiously toward the bench. He rips off his helmet, letting it skid across the ice. He crashes through the small gate, shoving his teammates aside with raw determination. He bounds up the steps, vaulting over the small gate. My heart races as his hands seize my head, and he crushes his lips against mine with a fierce passion.

In front of everyone—the cameras, the gasping crowd, and the mingled cat calls and whistling. Our relationship wasn’t hidden, but it wasn’t flaunted either, thanks to the agreement I made with the college when I left. We’d keep it under wraps until Brayden graduated. They didn’t want the news getting out and tarnishing their reputation.

Brayden thrives on breaking rules; it’s in his DNA. And in this moment, to hell with the college, to hell with everyone.

Our tongues tangle, the noise around us fading into echoes. All that matters is him and me. With every kiss, he unravels me, leaving me breathless and wanting more.

“We fucking won, Boh,” he whispers against my lips.

“You were fucking amazing out there, Brayden.”

“Did you see that goal from Kal, Boh? Oh my god, it has to be the goal of the season.” His eyes go wide with excitement as I smile, my insides doing flips at how excited he is right now.

“I’m sure it was,” I mumble, my smile widening as I take in how happy Bray is at this moment.

His eyes go wide in disbelief. “Please tell me you saw his insanely good goal?”

“I didn’t.”

“What, Bohdi? How? Kal was battling it out with two D-man. How did you not see that stick flick with the puck and straight through the two”—he emphasizes two—“twoD-man’s legs and the goalies? What were you doing? Was you not watching the game?” his brows furrow.

“Bray, when you play, it may as well only be you on that ice. You’re all I see out there.”

His cheeks flame red as his eyes flick up to my hat. Number 13’s biggest fan and then his eyes move down to my jersey. I smirk and turn around.

“Number 13’s biggest fan.” He laughs, his smile brighter every time I see it.

“I love making you smile.” I gently press a kiss to his lips and then “We Will Rock You” blares through the speakers on the stadium. With wide eyes, Brayden laughs as he gazes round at the crowd who all point down at him, singing the lyrics.

“Did you start the song?” Brayden’s eyes flutter as he looks up at me, his hair tussled as sweat runs down his face.

I smile, nodding. “Kal came skating over and told me what happened, so I started singing it at the top of my voice. Obviously me on my own wouldn’t do much, but then Kal began singing it to the crowd, trying to rile them up, and one by one, everyone joined in. I even saw some of Frostbites fan singing it.”

“Fuck, I love you.” Brayden’s lips smack against mine one more time. I pull back, excitement flooding through me as I tell him.

“Listen up,” I smile, leaning in close. “Get showered and changed. I’m taking you somewhere.”

He frowns, eyebrows knitting. “What about the team? The celebrations?”

I expected this. Would he rather party with his teammates? But once he knows the surprise, he’ll thank me for dragging him away.

“Trust me,” I assure him. “You’ll have your late celebrations with them when we’re back.”

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