Hot Shot

<h4><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Enemies to lovers forced proximity college ice hockey romance</strong></h4><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>Dylan</em></strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>As if losing my shot at nationals wasn't enough I now have to tutor the biggest player on the men's team or get kicked off the hockey team my senior year. Not that it means sh*t anymore anyway. Regardless I have to play the game and rebuild my image for the sake of the team that I love- and I have to do that with him.</span></p><p><br></p><p><strong style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)><em>Bass</em></strong></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>In my final semester at Lincoln University Coach Kosta insisted I need a tutor to raise my Stats grade so I don't tank the men's hockey team's GPA. With NHL dreams hanging in the balance I'll swallow my pride to prove I'm a team player. But hold onto your sticks ladies and gents because fate has an icy twist: Dylan Daniels ice queen and center of Lincoln's women's ice hockey team is going to be my tutor.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>We go way back all the way to the days we'd race in her old man's rink. My presence made her foot-stomping mad back then and apparently it still does. I'd hoped all those years might've thawed our chilly history but it seems if anything Dylan's hatred for me has spilled over to every male athlete in her path.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>It's kind of hot.</span></p><p><span style=background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1); color: rgba(15 17 17 1)>Dylan's not a little girl anymore and now she's on my to-do list.</span></p><p><br></p>