Sasha: He’s a player. End of story. I’m not interested. Tate: Something about her lights me up inside. Makes me reckless. So what if she doesn’t like me? I like her—a lot. And once I turn on the charm, she doesn’t stand a chance. Sasha: Fine. Maybe we can use each other for sex. And the occasional late night conversation that nobody else will understand. That doesn’t mean anything… THE PLAY-BY-PLAY: * They don’t like each other, but they both like sex—and watching * They have more in common with each other than they want to admit * Sometimes the best fuck buddies are friends, too THE SCORE: * This is a hockey romance that takes place between seasons. Heavy on body-checking and double entendres, light on ice-time, let’s call it hockey-adjacent. We make up for that with angsty fighting, happy screwing, and a love story so secret even the main characters don’t see it coming.