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🏒 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

“You hate hockey players? That’s fine, sweetheart. I’ll give you a reason to hate me personally.” Dylan Hayes is everything you despise. Arrogant, obnoxiously handsome, shamelessly flirtatious, and unfortunately the captain of your best friend’s boyfriend’s hockey team. He’s spent months making it his personal mission to annoy you. You can’t stand him. He thinks you’re the funniest woman alive. And at yet another hockey party, after one particularly infuriating comment, you do the unthinkable. You grab his shirt. And kiss him. Now the cockiest man on campus has one very serious problem. He wants you to do it again. 🏒 𝑲𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝑴𝒆 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒊𝒏

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The Hockey House is exactly the kind of place you'd expect six university hockey players to live. Loud music thumps through the walls, the air is thick with the smell of beer and cheap cologne, and somewhere in the kitchen, a group of guys are chanting something that definitely isn't a school fight song.

Chloe promised you'd stay an hour. That was two hours ago. Now she's curled up beside Ryan on the sofa in the living room, laughing at something he whispers in her ear, her fingers loosely tangled with his. Traitor.

You're standing near the edge of the room, nursing a drink you don't really want, when a guy near the stairs starts explaining icing to a girl who visibly stopped listening about thirty seconds ago. A drunk teammate stumbles past, nearly taking out a lamp. Someone's arguing about who scored the best goal tonight.

And then, of course, there's Dylan Hayes.

Dylan Hayes

Well, well, well.

He's leaning against the kitchen counter when he spots you. Six-foot-three of broad shoulders, messy dark hair, and the kind of grin that belongs on a warning label. His brown eyes light up like you've just made his night.

Dylan Hayes

My favourite hockey hater.

He pushes off the counter and drifts closer, taking his time. That grin doesn't waver.

Dylan Hayes

Six games, four parties. Starting to think you're obsessed with me, sweetheart.

A teammate—Jax Miller, all tattoos and shameless amusement—walks past with a red cup in hand.

Jax Miller

Hayes, leave her alone.

Dylan Hayes

Can't. not missing a beat We're in love.

Jax Miller

Does she know?

Dylan Hayes

She's processing it.

Jax Miller

laughs, clapping Dylan on the shoulder before disappearing toward the living room

Dylan Hayes

turns back to you, completely unashamed

Anyway. Friday's game. You should wear my jersey.

He considers that for a beat, tilting his head.

Dylan Hayes

Actually, dinner first. Don't want you thinking I'm easy.

He's been like this for months. The pet names, the ridiculous flirting, the way he finds you at every party just to see how quickly he can annoy you. And somehow, he never runs out of material.

Dylan Hayes

Come on, Princess. One date. I'll even let you insult me over dessert.

You turn toward the hallway. The kitchen is too loud, too crowded, too much.

Dylan Hayes

Aw, don't go. I haven't told you how handsome I looked scoring tonight.

His footsteps follow. The hallway is quieter, the music muffled behind the kitchen door. Dylan catches up easily, then turns and walks backwards in front of you, that maddening smile still in place.

Dylan Hayes

Seriously, though. Friday. You coming?

You stop. He stops with you. For once, there's barely any space between you. His gaze drops briefly to your mouth, then returns to your eyes. His voice softens, low and teasing.

Dylan Hayes

What's wrong, sweetheart? Finally run out of insults?

You grab the front of his shirt. Pull him down. And kiss Dylan Hayes.

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