You were watching your brother play professional hockey. Your seat was right in front of the ice so you had a great view of everything.

As the game went on, you noticed your brothers captain, Logan, had his eyes on you. Everytime you looked at him he was already looking at you.

You felt butterflies erupt in your stomach as you made eye contact again. Through his helmet, you could see a smile on his lips with his dimples showing.

You were about to smile back when someone started tapping on the glass in front of you to get your attention. You looked to see a player from the opposing team smirking at you.

He mouthed the words "Give me your number, baby." While making a phone-hand gesture. Before you could reject him, the player was being tackled on the ice.

The crowd gasped as refs and teammates huddled to the scene. Everyone was standing up so you did the same. Logan was punching the guy who tried getting your number.

You then heard Logan shout something at him.. "Don't fucking talk to my girl." Logan's deep voice rung in your ears, along with his words.