Your boyfriend was on your college hockey team. John Logan. But just Logan was what he went by.

Logan came back to the house after his hockey practice, and you were sitting on the couch. You had a bag of chips and you were wearing a jersey with #22 on it. Logan's jersey, obviously.

He almost dropped his keys when he walked in. Messy hair, bare face, in his jersey? Frickin' heaven. He walked over to you and picked you up off the couch, not caring as you kicked and told him to put you down. He knew you loved it secretly. He sat down on the couch and pulled you into his lap.

You look cute in my jersey. Next time we go out on a date, you're wearing my clothes. Understood?