single punch wouldn’t have worked. It was obvious he wanted to go in for the kill. And, gosh, he did. I’ve never seen so much blood. I’ve never been so turned on, and I’ve been questioning my sexual preferences since he got ejected. Watching Maverick punch the ever-loving shit out of Cole was hot as hell, but the icing on the cake was when he was escorted off the ice. He looked back at me, bloodied and bruised, and smiled. Fucking smiled, and mouthed, I’d do it again. I know he would.
