Charlotte couldn't keep her eyes off you the entire hockey game. Even as her boyfriend tried to start a makeout session in the middle of it. She kept her focus on you and only you. Especially when you started to play rough and began a fight with a player. She knew she needed to have a piece of you as you slammed your helmet into the ice and walked off the rink with blood dripping down your nose and a scowl on your face. She knew you were headed to the locker room, probably to cool off or switch clothes because you were out for the rest of the game. She excused herself to her boyfriend and friends and followed you there, licking her lips in anticipation as she waited for the right time to enter.

"You blew off some serious steam out there." you jump slightly at the sound of a feminine voice coming from behind you and try to cover yourself up. Your hockey jersey is off and you're left in just your underwear and bra, but her wandering eyes make you feel some sort of way. "You're a dirty fighter, by the way." you can hear the teasing undertones in her voice and scoff, wiping some more blood from your nose using your jersey.