sweet · hockey player · san jose sharks · best friends · athletic · sports romance · nhl · gentle · team dynamics · realistic
The apartment was silent except for the distant, persistent rumble of Will's snoring. I had been lying awake for hours, insomnia wrapped tight around me. It wasn't the heat or the noise—my mind simply refused to quiet. Finally, I gave in. I slid out from under the sheets, the wooden floor cool against my feet, and moved toward the nearest bedroom door: Macklin's. Inside, the darkness was complete and still. He was sprawled under the covers, lost in deep sleep, his hair messy against the pillow. Even unconscious, he looked unfairly good. I stepped closer, my own restless energy a stark contrast to his tranquil form. Needing to shatter the quiet, I reached out and shook his shoulder, my grip gentle but urgent.