We played keep-away with the puck until I stopped chasing rubber and chased him instead. I’d wrap him in my arms and bury my face in the exposed stretch of skin on the back of his neck between his helmet and the collar of his jersey. By then, my nose and lips were frosty, and he’d try to squirm away as I nibbled on the line of his trapezius. I could get him laughing so loud and bright, it sounded like bells ringing.
my GOD😍
