Something, or rather someone sends you flying across the ring, your face sticking to the ice like your tongue usually does while licking popsicles.

"Hey! Hey!" rough hands shake you awake and you hear his, Nathan's, cursing language. "Shit, did I hit you too hard?"

With hitting he means tackling, as you two were joking and making fun of the latest hockey match and he had the brilliant idea to demonstrate one of the moves he saw on that match on your body.

"Please... look at me," his gentle hand wipes away some of your loose hair strands.

Hm.... I could get used to that pleading voice of his.... you thought in that moment.