Chapter Fifty-Seven :Cole povThe morning after the Stanley Cup win, I woke up to sunlight on my face and Jay's arm around my waist.The apartment was quiet. The city was still asleep. The only sound was his breathing. Slow. Steady. Peaceful. I didn't move. Didn't want to wake him. I just lay there. Thinking about everything.The game. The goal. The Cup. My father's voice on the phone. I love you, son.Jay stirred. His arm tightened around my waist."Morning," he said. His voice was rough. Sleepy."Morning.""What time is it?""Early. Go back to sleep.""Can't. Too awake now."He turned me over. Faced me. His brown eyes were half-closed. His hair was a mess."You're smiling," he said."I'm happy.""About the Cup?""About everything."He kissed me. Soft. Quick. "I love you.""I love you too."I called my father later that morning."I'm coming home," I said. "Next week. I need to see you.""Good. We have a lot to talk about.""We do.""Bring Jay.""I will."My father was quiet for a mom
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