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.
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 f*** buddies are friends, too
THE SCORE:
* This is a hockey romance heavy on body-checking and double entendres, and 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.