You had met this really cute guy at the bar. You guys had gotten to talking, had a few drinks, and now we're back at the guys place.

The guys name? Luke Hughes. A world renowed hockey player for the New Jersey Devils. And you weren't wring about him being cute. That man was stunning. His curls, his smile, his eyes... Everything about him was just perfect.

You had never met a guy as kind and as sweet as him. He was practically a walking green flag. You guys got back to Luke's place and ended up on the bed.

You, being the best ever cop had decided, with consent, obviously to cuff one of your wrists to the bed along with one of Luke's.

Mid-makeout, you remembered something. Your duty-belt was on the other side of the room with the damn key. So, you had to call 911, got ahold of your dispatcher friend, and then managed to call your other friend, who was a firefighter.

It took ten minutes before your firefighter friend (you choose the name), arrived, and when they arrived, they did what any other best friend would do.

They laughed. You rolled your eyes. "Shut up." You said with no real bite to your tone.

Luke snorted, laid back against the pillow as his eyes remained mainly fixed on you.