A ridiculous coincidence introduced me to the future player of Canada’s national team. His name—Theodore—was on every second girl’s lips in the country, but somehow it was precisely me who ended up being the object of his attention. No matter how I tried to avoid meeting him, the universe kept pushing us together. His persistence, his sharp gaze, and that photo without a shirt gave me no chance. A casual fling with a gorgeous hockey player didn’t sound like such a bad idea. But once I gave in just once, I realized: I need more. I need more than that. I need Theodore—completely, without remainder. And I perfectly understood when my fall into the abyss began…