Then Bryce’s lips land on mine, and the world turns upside down. Saying hello to Bryce turns into hours spent together on the ice, and then an invite to dinner, and then days at each other's side. And there’s my hero: Bryce Michel, league superstar. I never thought I’d be invited to the All-Star Weekend, but here I am. Look inside myself? Lotta beer and burgers there. I’m just trying to keep my head up and get through each day, until this wild ride comes to an end.ĭeep thinking isn’t really my thing. Good enough to be drafted into the NHL, and I’ve been on the roster for the past two years, but I’ll never make the Hall of Fame. I’m a middle-of-the-road, nothing-special hockey player. So why am I falling head over heels at the NHL's All-Star Weekend? Like how a man’s lips might taste, or how his body might feel in my arms. I'm thinking dangerous thoughts, and dreaming about impossible things. I’m shattering records and packing arenas every night, and I’ve promised my team: we’re going to win the Stanley Cup this year.īut I’m keeping big secrets. This game pulled me from my tiny Quebec hometown all the way to the NHL, and now? I’m the number one player in the league.
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