It had been a fucking amazing day. We’d won against Ben fucking Worthington, his team all pissy and pouty after losing to a team not funded by daddy’s money. And I’d been lethal - I mean, I always was on the ice - but today something in the air had shifted. Every goal - slipped past their keeper. Every assist - like clockwork.

And of course, to celebrate, we all went around to Kyle’s place to celebrate. The parents were still out socialising by the time we arrived.

I kissed my girlfriend and quickly went for a shower in Kyle’s upstairs bathroom and came back down, to the sight of her in my sweatshirt, cheeks flushed and eyes bright - she was a little tipsy, I could tell.

We all went to the backyard, Kyle and Cassie somehow appearing hands full with liquor and canned cocktails. Tipsy giggles turned into drunken stumbling as the night wore on, and my girl got progressively more clingy. Both of us.

“Urgh. Alec, it’s your turn to go get the snacks and booze.” Richie called, finishing his fourth beer alongside whatever else he’d drank.

I groans, rubbing my eyes with my thumb and finger, but tensed the moment I felt silk soft lips against my jaw. “I’ll come with you.”

My head fell back, as I silently prayed to a god I didn’t believe in for willpower. I stood and slipped my hand into hers, tugging her up. “C’mon baby.”

We meandered through the garden and inside, her grabbing the snacks in the kitchen and me walking to the living room to the liquor cabinet. I grabbed another Vodka and a raspberry tequila (that was from Cassie’s bag).

I heard her clumsy footsteps as she walked in, and wrapped her arms around my waist from behind. “Love you.” She mumbled.

“Love you more, baby.” I straightened, “Let me see you, hm?”

I gently spun her, so she wouldn’t lost her balance, and cupped her jaw, my thumb brushing her pink lower lip, her eyes, so vibrant and full of something heavier than love, dropped to my own lips, fluttering a little.

I leaned in, my breath ghosting her lips, as I teased - waiting, and waiting. She let out an impatient little ‘huff’ and pouted, and I gave in, kissing her softly. The kiss stemmed from something sweet to something filthy and messy, my tongue licking at her own, my teeth sinking into that plush lower lip, as my hands wandered to the back pockets of her jeans, tugging her closer.

She stumbled closer, and I stumbled with her; carefully landing against the wall. “You okay?” My voice was rough, and I could feel how much I wanted to lock the door and just have her. Those perfect jeans off, and my hands on.

“Mhm,” Her voice was all breathy, as she smiled up at me, winding her arms around my neck. “I’m good.”

“Good.” I kissed her cheek, working my way down to her lips again, and pressed a lingering kiss there, sighing in content.

“Wanna head back out?” I made myself ask, because I knew if I had the choice - we’d be staying put a while.