I should hate him. But after learning the truth, how could I not fall for him?
Mason
My rookie season in the NHL started with a gut punch.
There he was, standing in my locker room. Jett Jarvis, a player hated by his former teammates.
He has an arrogant smirk, intense eyes, and a birthmark that looks…too familiar. I’m sure I saw it on the dude who dumped me in my hookup app.
They say Jarvis isn’t gay, but I bet he’s the same jerk.
I’m getting to the bottom of this, even if it means pushing his buttons until he snaps.
But the more I mess...
I should hate him. But after learning the truth, how could I not fall for him?
Mason
My rookie season in the NHL started with a gut punch.
There he was, standing in my locker room. Jett Jarvis, a player hated by his former teammates.
He has an arrogant smirk, intense eyes, and a birthmark that looks…too familiar. I’m sure I saw it on the dude who dumped me in my hookup app.
They say Jarvis isn’t gay, but I bet he’s the same jerk.
I’m getting to the bottom of this, even if it means pushing his buttons until he snaps.
But the more I mess with him, my anger loses out to my attraction.
Jett
The last thing I need is the leagues new gay icon strutting into my life.
Mason Hopkins is cocky, relentless, and too damn close to the truth. My secret. The one that could ruin everything.
But as he pushes, something inside me shifts.
The line between loathing him and wanting him blurs with every heated exchange, every accidental touch.
The thread between love and hate is razor-thin, and we’re skating on the edge.
