Angielski
He broke my heart for a number on a contract.
Eli Sorensen built a career, a captaincy, and a life out of never needing anyone again. It worked, until a trade deadline drags Jonah Voss back into the Duluth Drift locker room wearing the same number he left in three years ago, humbled, traded for pennies, and standing close enough that Eli's body remembers exactly what his head swore it forgot.
Jonah didn't leave because he stopped loving him. He left because being ordinary never felt safe enough to be loved for, and chasing the next undeniable thing was easier than trusting he was already enough. Now he's back in the one city, on the one line, with the one man he never stopped replaying in his head, and he has exactly one season to prove this isn't the same mistake wearing a new jersey.
A trade deadline neither of them chose. A secret that lands like the first betrayal all over again. And one play they used to run blind, the only thing either of them still trusts when everything else falls apart.
Second chance. Reunion. Forced proximity. High heat, hard-won trust, one bed they both keep ending up in anyway.
This time, the clock's running out for real.
Is one more chance enough to undo three years of proving he was never worth staying for?
