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people for life, ignoring hockey as much as I can and trying to score."
    "That's living, man." Alex sighed next to me and before you know it, it was like we saw each other yesterday and just needed to catch up.
    People came up to us, some recognizing even me when next to the two still active hockey players, and after a while, when my mind was already faintly swimming, and Alex and Ray were busy signing away, I turned back toward the crowd.
    Even with the low lighting it didn't take me long to notice Troy in the middle of the dance floor, barely standing and hugging a woman. Shock slammed into me at first. But as I watched him move, relaxed and completely different than any other version of him I couldn't help myself. I squashed the sliver of jealousy and just watched, yearning, until I told myself what the hell. I might as well enjoy one night when I can't have him otherwise. And I pushed away from the bar until I found myself right behind him, listening to his drunken thoughts and remembering exactly why I felt such a connection to him. I just knew we could be great together.
    Pulling him closer seemed natural, feeling him all over just divine, and in minutes it was as if we'd just taken off from where we'd left behind months ago. I couldn't find it in myself to mind, and I only hugged him closer, trying to catch his jumbled words and only wanting him more with each one.
    "I need a drink." He suddenly pushed away from me and took hold of my hand. "Come with me."
    So without much choice I was dragged all the way to a table filled with women and neatly deposited in a free chair. The last thing I expected was for Troy to simply drop in my lap and lean against me as if we were still on the dance floor. Not willing to make a fuss about something that actually suited me, I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled him closer, burying my nose against his neck.
    "Way to go, Troy. He'll make you forget any ex, all right." A redhead piped in and I peeked from behind Troy's hair to look at her.
    "Shut up," Troy told her and then demanded, "Someone get me some water."
    "Here you go you drunk little tight ass," another one said handing him a bottle and suddenly all of them started laughing.
    "Hey! You're Adam Herter," a guy at the table next to ours said, and suddenly the other two who were with him looked over, their eyes wide and surprised. I had no idea how they managed to even recognize me. But it happened often when I was without a beard and hair.
    "Keep your hands to yourselves," Troy told them as they moved to get closer to me.
    "Relax, Troy. You can have him. We would just appreciate an autograph," the first guy said with a half-smile and one hand lifted as if to calm Troy down.
    "Oh," Troy said, then bit his lip, looking absolutely adorable and gazed straight into my eyes. "Is that all right with you?"
    Even with all the booze in my system I could have laughed at him. He was too good for words. "Yes. That's all right with me," I confirmed for him.
    "All righty," he told them even as he patted my cheek with his palm.
    I was so consumed with Troy that I barely registered the pieces of paper and a pen thrust in front of me. I was willing to do a lot to make him see just how good we were together.
    "Can you be just mine now?" Troy wrapped his arms around my shoulders and leaned his head against the closer one so that I had to move my head back enough to be able to see him.
    "Whose else could I be?" I asked, distracted by his slightly parted lips.
    "They knew you." He thrust his chin in the direction of the three guys who'd gotten their autograph and were now chatting, heads close to one another.
    "A lot of people know me. It doesn't mean I want to spend time with them," I whispered, lifting my hand to brush his hair out of his eyes.
    Troy hummed quietly, as if appreciating the touch before he focused his gaze on me once again. "Are you angry with me?" he whispered softly.
    I took my time to sort my own feelings, unsure where this