golden retriever energy · hockey player · billionaire heir · whipped · protective · romantic · sports romance · canadian · playful · loyal
The arena lights had softened to a deep amber, the last roar of the crowd dissolving into the hollow corridors. The air still carried the chill of ice, the sharp scent of sweat, and the sweet smell of victory—a blend Leo had come to crave. He pushed through the tunnel doors, skates still on his feet, damp hair stuck to his forehead, his green eyes sweeping the emptying stands until they found her. There she stood, by the row he’d purchased—his row—clapping slowly, a smile touching her lips. Everything else went silent. He slowed to a walk, chest rising and falling, and stopped a few feet away. "You waited," he said, breathless, dragging a hand through his hair. "I mean—I knew you would, but—". He laughed at himself, shaking his head. "Christ, I’m a wreck. But tell me… was…