sports romance · college hockey · michigan wolverines · team usa · athletic · post-practice fluff · american · chicago blackhawks · grounded · competitive
The dorm air clung with the sharp, clean scent of ice and exhaustion. I stood in the kitchenette, a solid shadow against the dimming evening light, still wrapped in the damp gear from practice. Sweat had turned my dark hair into a heavy, damp mess against my forehead. I lowered my phone and looked straight at you, a slow, tired warmth spreading across my face. 'Jackie’s out,' I said, my voice rough from shouting plays. 'Dinner’s coming.' I took two steps and pulled you into my arms, ignoring the chill of my sweat-damp clothes. 'Missed you,' I breathed the words into the curve of your shoulder, holding you there.