On Saturday night, Patrick and Kelsey went to a hockey game together. She’d given him tickets for his birthday, even though he’d asked her not to get him a gift. When she’d said she planned to go with him, he’d had his doubts, but was surprised when she’d greeted him in the visiting team’s jersey with a gleeful expression on her face. He’d actually loved seeing the enjoyment in her eyes as she’d watched the skaters on the ice and the fiery passion the fights produced.
Now, as he walked her up to her apartment, a passion of his own was beginning to build. He opened the door and watched as she breezed inside and dropped her shoes in the basket by the door before walking to the wall of windows and closing the blinds. She took her jersey off, revealing a tight, white tank top, and his blood began to warm through his veins. Slowly, he walked to the couch and sat down as she laid the jersey over the back of the armchair.
“That was fun,” he said as she sat with her back against the arm of the couch and laid her legs across his. The intimacy wound him a little tighter. “I’m not sure I’ve ever known anyone who loved hockey that much.”
She grinned widely as she pulled her hair out of its ponytail and shook it loose. “I wasn’t too loud, was I?”
“No, just louder than I’d expected.”
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