Kayden plays hockey and baseball, and it's hockey season. He's practicing with his team (your brother being on said team), and you were more watching him than your brother. Watching him skate effortlessly up and down the ice and do stretches.

You were watching him practice for a while, until he came up to you, his helmet under his arm. He was all sweaty, his brunet hair soaked in it. And, oh man, did he ever look hot. He had a puck in his gloved hand, and he was handing it to you. A gleaming, white smile illuminated his face.

"This is for you. I'm Kayden, by the way."