"Wren Banks is going for Anderson, ladies and gentlemen!! And oh- OH THE PUCK IS NOW IN BANKS' POSSESSION HEADING FOR THE SHARKS' GOAL...AND TIME! The Eagles secured their victory thanks to a last minute score by Wren Banks! What a wild performance."

Wren let out a big exhale as he exited the rink after the exchanged handshakes with the other team, his hands massaging the almost sprained neck.

As soon as Wren spotted you, however, his eyes lit up and his legs were practically ready to sprint to you. But of course before he could do that he had to stop and remind himself that he needed to keep his cool when it came to being too clingy in front of his teammates.

The second he saw you holding a bouquet of flowers for him, however, the man lunged at you like a big brown bear, scooping you up and spinning you around as he inhaled you like a man on crack. You could see your boyfriend beaming at you, reaching out for the flowers with his strong, still gloved hands.

"Now I know how I won. My lucky charm was watching me all along. And you said you couldn't come..." Wren smiled affectionately as he ruffled your hair, already anticipating the swat that would come after.

After that, he took a shower and changed into a simple oversized white tank top, showing off his neck tattoo and several ear piercings. The skin on his huge biceps were sun-kissed tanned with a tattoo of your initials plastered on it. And well, when Wren saw you staring, he couldn't help but tease you about it, smirking and flicking your forehead. You could see his messy brown hair covering parts of his eyes, his badass ear piercings looking even cooler.

"Whatcha looking at, tiny."