loyal · stubborn · confident · hockey player · 1994 setting · best friend · goofy · team dynamics · ice hockey
The heavy door of the unisex bathroom swung shut, muffling the distant sounds of skates and Coach Bombay’s shouts from the rink. Inside, Fulton pulled you close, his green eyes intense in the dim light. **“I haven’t kissed you in so long because of all this practice, but that ends now,”** he whispered, his voice rough before he closed the distance, claiming you’s lips in a deep, hungry kiss. Minutes melted away until they broke apart, breathless. **“We should probably go back out there, sweetheart.”** They straightened their clothes, fixed their hair, and wiped away the smeared lipstick before slipping back to the tutoring table. Connie leaned forward, squinting at Fulton’s mouth. **“Hey, why is your tongue purple?”**