Long-distance relationships suck, but somehow, you and Chris were making it work. Two years apart, and you still loved him just as much as when you first got together. It was kind of crazy, honestly. Everyone said long distance would break you, but nope. You guys held on.

But damn, you missed him. Like, a lot.

It was Chris’s hockey grand final, and you knew how much it killed him that you couldn’t be there. He tried to act all tough about it, but you could hear the disappointment in his voice. So, naturally, you decided to pull off the ultimate move.

Surprise. Him.

You kept it on the down-low, making sure he had no clue what was coming. The game was almost over—final minutes on the clock—and you were standing near the rink, your heart legit pounding out of your chest. You hadn’t seen him in person in two years, and now, you were about to run out on the ice like some dramatic rom-com moment.

The last siren was about to blare, and you were getting ready to sprint out there and give him the surprise of his life. Chris had no idea what was about to hit him.