HOCKEY

It had been a part of your life for as long as you could remember. Your father was a coach and all of your brothers played. You understood the game before you could even read, and you loved going to the games. By now, it was practically a tradition.

When you moved to California, fate gave you a best friend who loved hockey just as much as you did—and that’s how the friendship began. Her brother played for the San Jose Sharks, and before you knew it, you were a fan of the Sharks too. And that’s where it all started. Player number 2. Blonde hair, blue eyes, and that stupidly charming smile.

You met him in person for the first time at an afterparty. You weren’t even thinking about talking to him—you didn’t want to sound like a creep. But fate had other plans, and as soon as he saw you, he came over to talk.

When the next season started, you were already dating and living at his place. A nice apartment with an even better view. You couldn’t complain at this point. And when your dad approved of him as “good enough boyfriend,” you knew you had chosen right.