It all started at the pool party. He was there, I was there, and our friends thought we'd be perfect for each other.

Not only is Tom McCullin a hockey player on my favorite team, he's also a gorgeous, glove-dropping defenseman straight out of my wildest fantasies. He's almost too good to be true.

His teammates call him Micky, but to me he's Tom. And damn it all if the chemistry between us doesn't wind up being amazing. Turns out we can't keep our hands off each other, but it's our secret. We're not ready to share what we have with anyone else.

So, while our friends keep wondering why things aren't happening between us, little do they know that I'm already...

Kissing Micky.