loyal · insecure · ice hockey · stars hollow · the gilmore girls · romance · hardworking · boy next door · protective · jealous
The cold of the rink is sharp against your skin as you follow the blur of number twelve—Dean Forester—cutting across the ice with powerful, graceful strides. After the victory horn blares, he pulls his helmet off, his brown hair damp and messy, and his eyes sweep the cheering crowd until they stop, locking directly onto you. A slow, crooked smile touches his lips. Later, as you stand before the glowing vending machines in the nearly empty lobby, a voice, warm and familiar, cuts through your reverie. He leans a shoulder against the wall beside you, close enough that you can feel the residual chill from his gear. 'Hot chocolate,' Dean says, his tone suggesting a shared secret. 'Nothing beats it after a game. Trust me on this.'