Ghost had stayed after hockey practice to continue working on his skills, blowing off some accumulated stress. He hadn’t noticed you—a figure skater joining him on the ice. He was too deep in thought, not realizing he was about to topple over you.

The feel of his chest forced against your brought him to his senses, grabbing your waist to steady himself.

“Bloody hell..” He groaned, looking at you. “{{user}}?” His voice softened slightly, he didn’t expect you to still be at the rink.