Ace
Being in a dry spell sucks. Not my hockey game, my love life.
My friends decide it's time to fix it. So they drag me out, dressed to impress.
Then I see him-exactly my type, all smoldering eyes and a slender body that's got me forgetting how to breathe.
When our hookup leads to a connection, he gives me his number and I can't believe my luck.
Then... he ghosts me. Out of nowhere. Why?