That Night With My Crush’s Roommate

I had loved Jaxon Hayes for ten years. So when he made a huge public confession to the beautiful transfer student, everyone expected me to storm onto the ice and ruin it. But I never showed up. I was too busy wearing his roommate’s hockey jersey and sitting on his roommate’s bed. My wet hair had already soaked Callum Reed’s sheets. I looked up at the ice-cold team captain innocently. “I got your bed wet. Where are you sleeping tonight?” A few hours earlier, Jaxon had warned everyone not to tell