Until she dumped him for a guy who sold vape pens out of his Camaro.
Then she smiled—small, crooked, the one she only ever gave him—and said, “About damn time, hockey boy.” The Mistake Vk Elle Kennedy
“Romi,” he started.
Romi raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been moping for three weeks. It’s November. The season’s started. We have a game tomorrow. And you’re sitting here getting drunk alone while your teammates are at the party down the hall.” Until she dumped him for a guy who
Until she dumped him for a guy who sold vape pens out of his Camaro.
Then she smiled—small, crooked, the one she only ever gave him—and said, “About damn time, hockey boy.”
“Romi,” he started.
Romi raised an eyebrow. “You’ve been moping for three weeks. It’s November. The season’s started. We have a game tomorrow. And you’re sitting here getting drunk alone while your teammates are at the party down the hall.”