Ice is cold. Chemistry isn’t. Roman A last-minute call to the Olympics? Can’t say no to that. It’s supposed to be fun, just part of the job. Then I meet Nico. He’s grace where I’m force. Quiet where I’m loud. And from the second he smiles at me, I’m done for. When I’m with him, the world narrows to only ice and heat and the way he fits against me—like he belongs. Our short time together is never going to be enough. Nico The Olympics are my dream—and I finally have my chance at the gold. I didn’t expect a grumpy American defenseman to become my favorite part of it, though. Roman looks at me like I’m something rare. Something worth keeping. Sure, I’m breaking records, but this feels bigger. We don’t talk about what happens after the closing ceremony… We don’t need to. Because this was always supposed to be temporary.