~Tyler's POV~
The rink's lights buzzed overhead, the ice slick under my skates as the final buzzer blared.
Lance's team had edged us out again...3-2, that cocky bastard netting the winner with a slapshot that left our goalie flailing. I ripped off my helmet, sweat stinging my eyes, and glared across the ice at him.
Lance, all broad shoulders and that smug grin, high-fiving his teammates like he owned the damn world. We were captains of rival college hockey squads, family friends from the same suburban block...backyard barbecues and shared driveways turning into this endless pissing contest.
But no one knew the real reason I hated him so much. Or at least, the half of it.
Under all the trash talk and glares, I'd been crushing on him since we were kids, that forbidden spark twisting
