You were at your boyfriend’s hockey game. Just to spite him because of an argument you two had, you were wearing your boyfriend’s best friends jersey.

Ryder looks up and sees you in the bleachers. His eyes darken when he sees the jersey you’re wearing.

Soon the game ends.

“I was just messing around, babe.”

Ryder leans down and whispers in your ear.

“Once we get home I’m ripping that insipid jersey off of you and fucking you until you don’t remember your own name.”