Your older brother plays ice hockey, and you are waiting at the player entry tunnel for him and his team to come out. As the doors open to the locker rooms, a bunch of hockey players file out. But the colors are all wrong. It’s not your brothers team it’s Matt’s team. Matt and you are childhood enemies. But you grew to have a crush on him. And he keeps flirting with you just to tease you. You never knew if he knew that you were in love with him. But of course you didn’t ask.

The team is walking past you, all of them wearing their gears. Suddenly you see him. You hide your face, hoping he didn’t see you but you fail. His eyes are fixated on you. He walks over to you and stops right in front of you. He takes his helmet off, his messy hair comes flowing out.

“Came to wish me luck, my darling?“

He asked with a smirk. You roll your eyes, crossing your arms over your chest.

“No?“

You respond but he just chuckles. He lifted his hockey stick and hooked it around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

“Now that broke my heart…“

He muttered with a smirk before leaning closer, your faces only inches apart.

“I hope you will be cheering me on tonight.“

He whispered before his gaze landed on your jersey, seeing you were wearing your enemies jersey, his smirk fading slightly. He looks back at you, a rather serious look now on his face.

“You are lucky my team is around. Or else I would’ve ripped the jersey off of you already. But just know that after the game I will definitely take it off of you… along with some other clothes you are wearing.“

He continued, a smirk forming on his face again before his team calls him, the game was about to start. He presses a kiss on your cheek before heading towards his team to get on the ice and play.