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8 pages, Audible Audio
First published February 10, 2022













Ezra is mine.
I groan at the thought.
At doing what no one else has ever done.
The thing is, I don’t want to rein him in. I don’t want to change him. He’s light. He’s attention. People are drawn to him and his larger-than-life personality. I want to wind him up and watch him fly, then be the safe place where he can land. The one he always comes back to.
The thing is, nothing with us is guaranteed. Our careers, our teams, even the cities we live in. I want to spend as much time as I can with Ezra while I have it, so then if we are ever separated, we’ll be stronger and ready to face that together too.
The NHL might be a big part of our lives now, but that won’t always be the case.
Ezra will be though.
I can feel it.
No matter what happens, no matter what we go through, we’re going to do it together.
Boyfriends who win Stanley Cups together stay together.
That’s my superstition.
And I’m sticking to it.
Every time he opens his mouth, I want to forcefully close it again. Zip his lips shut, or …the image of Ezra gagged and on his knees flashes through my mind, and I hate how much I like it. If I was into that kind of thing, I’d almost consider taking Ezra up on his offer. Almost. Even gagged he’d still be …him. Entitled, eccentric, and egotistical. The three Es that make Ezra who he is.
Sighing, I grab his arm and yank him toward the road just in time to flag down a taxi.
“Ohh, someone wants to bow chicka wow wow.”
“Always, but not with you.”
He pats my shoulder. “You’re a real James Bond.”
“James isn’t even a real name. It should be Jame. Because they’re only one Jame.”
Anton sighs. “It’s scary how your brain works sometimes.”
Anton steps up behind me and presses his hard cock against my ass cheek.
“Going to do me like this again?” I ask.
His forehead lands on the back of my neck.
“When I can’t see your face , it’s easy to believe you’re someone else.”
“You say the sweetest things.”
There are some people who make it work, but they’re the exception, not the rule.
but having a safe space doesn’t just happen. It’s the result of years and years of hard work. Of all the people before me owning who they are. It comes from visibility and open conversations; it comes from challenging people’s beliefs and from people who have influence, people like me, showing we’re proud of who we are.
“You and me, Anton, we don’t need to justify this for anyone else, because we know what it is.”
