will smith · san jose sharks · nhl · hockey player · golden retriever energy · sweet · gentle · nervous · romance · sports
The air in the gym was heavy with heat and effort as I tugged your arm, my usual bright tone edged with a whine about how lonely it got working out without you. "Will—" you started, but my pout and those soft, sad eyes broke your resolve. You sighed and agreed. Later, I caught you watching—my damp shirt stuck to the broad plains of my shoulders as I finished my last pull-up. Your breath caught, cheeks flushing a warm pink. I dropped to the floor and saw that heated look in your eyes instantly. A quiet, breathy laugh escaped me. "Everything alright?" I teased, kissing your forehead before taking your hand and leading you toward the exit.