Page 16 of Wrong Pucking Jersey

One individual who I met while skating on the ice and got pulled into his orbit until we were crashing into one another.

Now he’s here again.

In this very bar.

Standing in the middle of the dance floor.

His eyes on mine.

Waiting.

Wanting.

Needing me to make the first move.

How can I pucking resist Maddox O’Riley Wilson?

The answer is simple.

I can’t.

Like a moth to a flame, I slide off my bar stool and head straight to the man I swore would never be mine again.

Celebrate now, regret later.

Risk It All For Her

~MADDOX~

I never was a risk taker.

Everyone assumed I was.

That’s what you get when you’re addicted to the pain of drills inking your flesh. The pinch of piercings that pound in reminds you that another barbell was added to your vast collection.

The world saw me as nothing but a bad boy and assumed I took risks, but deep down, I played the safety card every chance I got. Some called me a wimp. Others, a chicken.

I had my share of being called gay or a little bitch, neither of them resonating when I didn’t consider such terms derogatory, but no matter what was spat in my face, it never pushed me to make those risky moves everyone wished I would.

Until her.

Mikayla Cross Johnson.

She was Coach Johnson’s only daughter.

The coach’s daughter that crashed into me one day on the ice rink.

A simple error.

Yet it changed our lives more than I’d like to admit.

Then I fucked up.

I let her go.

Thinking I was doing her a favor. Doing myself a favor by letting that beautiful spark slip from my sight.

Then the days went on, the months blew by, and every year, I thought about my Mkaykay.

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