Lucas Hopkins
I've given everything to hockey - skipped college, left friends behind, all for a shot at the pros and a spot next to my brother. The contract is within reach. No distractions.
Then the PR team announces a shirtless calendar shoot to drum up buzz.
I expect awkward poses and fake smiles.
Instead, I find him.
Ezra Turner, all broody eyes and soft lips, moves behind the camera like poetry. His rare smile hits me harder than any check on the ice.
I've never been attracted to guys. That's my brother's story, not mine.
But maybe this isn't about labels.
Maybe it's about him. About us.