A grumpy trainer. A rookie goalie. One blizzard, one bed, and way too many Christmas lights. The rookie goalie with the Christmas-movie smile was never supposed to get under my skin. He's loud, relentless, and far too good at seeing through the walls I've spent years building. I only agreed to that damn calendar shoot to shut him up. Now his laughter lives rent-free in my head. When the blizzard hit, I figured I could survive a few days of his cheer. I didn't plan on him looking at me like I was worth unwrapping. We said it was just to keep warm. Just a weekend thing. But then he keeps showing up-at the rink, in my bed, in my dreams-and suddenly I'm the one breaking all my own rules. He still believes in holiday magic. I stopped believing a long time ago. So why does he make me want to start again? Grumpy/sunshine; snowed-in; holiday fluff; hockey; forced proximity; dual POV.
