The Prince’s Playbook (The Prince Pact #3)

NILS

The game footage flickered on my laptop screen, but I wasn’t watching the plays anymore. I was watching him.

Adan, flying down the ice with that combination of speed and grace that was pure poetry in motion. Adan, celebrating with his teammates after another perfect shot. Adan, glancing toward the bench where I stood, that split-second connection we allowed ourselves before looking away.

Four months since we’d agreed to be friends. Four months and a week since that night in the cabin, where everything had gone to hell. Four long, torturous months that seemed to last like a lifetime. And yet somehow, impossibly, I loved him more now than I had then.