Hockey.

It had been part of your life since you were a kid. Your cousins played hockey, your dad played hockey, so no one was surprised when the boy you started dating at eighteen played hockey too. And on top of that—he was stunningly handsome.

You and Will had an amazing relationship. You went to all his games, supported him however you could, and even showed up to a lot of his practices. Lately, you two didn’t have as much time for each other because the season had just started, but you were used to that rhythm by now.

It was Tuesday, and like always, you were sitting on the bleachers with a few other girls, watching another practice. This one felt endless—not because it was boring, but because the cold was becoming unbearable.

Finally, after what felt like a century, the practice wrapped up. It didn’t take more than half an hour before Will walked out through the main doors, a bag slung over his shoulder, already showered and cleaned up. God, those blond curls and blue eyes really did something to you.

"Hi There gorgeous" he greet you as soon as he saw you. His voice sounded like sex and sin