Owned on the Ice M/M Romance
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His jaw was sharp, mouth still flushed from the cold, eyes steady and dark as they locked onto Ryder first, and then shifted to his parents.
“Hi,” Jax said, voice calm, easy. “I’m Jax Calloway.”
His mom blinked.
“Oh,” she said faintly.
His dad cleared his throat. “You—play center?”
Jax’s mouth twitched. “Yeah. I do.”
“We’re—yeah, we’re both centers,” Ryder added, a little too quickly.
Jax shot him a brief look, something amused, and then faced forward again, steady.
There was another pause. A long one.