“Are you checking me out?” I jump at being caught, but he’s smiling again. “Just objectifying you.” “And that’s better because …” “It’s not personal. You have a nice butt.” It might be my imagination, but I swear he flexes. “This is hockey. Literally everyone here has a nice butt.” “And I’ll objectify them too.” I won’t, because I have better self-preservation skills than that.
