You Never Heard Goodbye

On the ice, Jace Calder and I appeared bitter rivals. He was Toronto Falcons’ star; I led Sweden’s Stockholm Kings. Cameras always anticipated our brutal clashes. That night, I slammed him into rink boards, sparking a team scuffle, while fans cheered our supposed hatred.No one knew our secret. Hours later in a quiet Toronto apartment, Jace lay safely in my embrace, kissing me as if no outside world existed. He asked if I truly planned to leave my team for Canada.