His hand snaps around my wrist, yanking me into a shadowed room. The door slams shut—trapping us. My back hits the wall, breath ragged, as Tyler looms over me: chest heaving, eyes dark with a feral heat I can’t name. “Tell me,” he murmurs, his hand sliding to my waist—slow, deliberate, possessive despite the restraint. “Is Mark really the sweetest? Or did you say that just to provoke me?” --------- Westfield’s golden boy, hockey star Tyler Mercer, never thought a career-breaking injury would chain him to Harper Lane—quiet, sharp-tongued, and the last person he wants as his physiotherapist. He’s hell-bent on pushing her away; she’s determined to prove she’s not just a fill-in. Resentment burns into fragile understanding… and understanding spirals into forbidden longing. She wasn’t supposed to fall for the broken jock. He wasn’t supposed to crave her like oxygen. As betrayal closes in and the final game looms, they face a brutal choice: chase the futures they’ve always planned… or seize the chaotic love neither saw coming.