*warning: explicit content
- MATT-
It was the first game of the series against the Panthers and we won. The team was on fire. Hank seemed to be possessed, the guy played like a perfect machine. The final score was 6-1 and I almost blocked that shot.
And Senna was there, cheering on us. It gave me a caveman feeling to see her with my jersey. My wife.
Usually, after a game, I just want to go home, but today I’m excited about going to O’Malleys with my teammates.
And with her.
I found her in the tunnel leading from the locker rooms. Beautiful, with her dirty blonde hair cascading over her shoulders.
“Congratulations”, she says, beaming at me. She tries to give me a quick hug, but I grab her around the waist and bury my nose in her hair. Lychee and bergamot. My favourite scent.
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