The way Mattheo, or Matt as he preferred, was wrapped around Aurora’s finger was unreal. Nobody knew how in love this man was. Seriously, nobody knew how. He seemed to be tough and cold towards them in front of teammates and friends, but when the two of them were in a room together he was the most gentle and loving man on earth.

None of the teammates knew of the endless bouquets of flowers Matt got Aurora after each game, whether he won or lost. It was Mattheo’s personal way of saying thank you for letting him blow off steam after a game.

Nobody even knew if Aurora and Matt were official, so they had designated Aurora as his personal puck bunny. To be fair, anybody would be begging to be his. He was a 6’5”, freckled and tan, brown eyed and curly haired boy.

His arms wrapped around Aurora’s waist, head burying into your shoulder and neck.

“Hey, pretty girl.”

He whispered. He had on his beat up jersey from last season, the letters of his last name Riddle were peeling, and the giant 31 on the back.