Everyone wants something from him, but all Wes wants is to love Justin. He’s living under a microscope, and the pressure keeps building as the team keeps winning. Wes has stadiums packed with screaming fans, ESPN is all over him, and the NFL wants him badly. His heart belongs to Justin, even though the world wants it to belong to football.
The truth? Wes isn’t dreaming about an NFL contract. But he couldn’t stop himself.Įveryone’s asking questions about Wes this season: How is he playing so well? Will Texas be undefeated this year? Will he take the team all the way to the national championship? What’s next for him? He should never have fallen into Wes’s open-range eyes or let his heart run wild when Wes gave him that shy little smile over summer. Justin Swanscott has three certainties in his life: he’s gay, football is overrated, and he really, really doesn’t like cowboys. But he’s been keeping a secret from everyone. He’s such a Super Dad, it's almost sickening. He and his sonthe high school's all-star quarterbackhave the perfect father-son relationship. Landon Larsen is the envy of all the dads in Last Waters, Texas. Three years in, he has it all: he’s the starting tight end, team captain, and, according to ESPN, maybe the best college football player in the nation. A single dads, friends-to-lovers MM Romance. Then Bryce’s lips land on mine, and the world turns upside down.Wes Van de Hoek clawed his way off his family’s West Texas ranch under the Friday night lights, earning a football scholarship to the state’s best university. Saying hello to Bryce turns into hours spent together on the ice, and then an invite to dinner, and then days at each other’s side. And there’s my hero: Bryce Michel, league superstar. I never thought I’d be invited to the All-Star Weekend, but here I am. Look inside myself? Lotta beer and burgers there. I’m just trying to keep my head up and get through each day, until this wild ride comes to an end.ĭeep thinking isn’t really my thing. Good enough to be drafted into the NHL, and I’ve been on the roster for the past two years, but I’ll never make the Hall of Fame. I’m a middle-of-the-road, nothing-special hockey player. So why am I falling head over heels at the NHL’s All-Star Weekend? Like how a man’s lips might taste, or how his body might feel in my arms. I’m thinking dangerous thoughts, and dreaming about impossible things. I’m shattering records and packing arenas every night, and I’ve promised my team: we’re going to win the Stanley Cup this year.īut I’m keeping big secrets.
This game pulled me from my tiny Quebec hometown all the way to the NHL, and now? I’m the number one player in the league.
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