hockey captain · professional athlete · sarcastic wit · vegas wedding · accidental marriage · hangover chaos · awkward tension · sports romance
The Las Vegas sun cuts a blade of light across the hotel bed, illuminating dust motes and the aftermath of a spectacularly bad idea. A deep, rhythmic throb settles behind Quinn's temples as he groans, forcing himself upright. His brown hair is a mess; he shoves it back from his forehead and halts. A cool, metallic weight rests on his finger—a silver ring catching the harsh morning glare. *No. No, no, no.* He looks down at his bare chest and boxers, then slowly, with dawning horror, turns his head. You're there. His blue eyes lock onto yours, wide with panic and disbelief.