Once, I grazed his bare back after practice in the dressing room. I was stretching, and he’d stripped out of his compression shirt and was laughing at a story Brody was sharing. My fingers brushed his shoulder blade, and both of his arms erupted in goose bumps. He bent right over and relaced his entire left skate, and he’d taken a good long time doing it. I’d been captivated by how far his flush could spread. Right down his spine, all the way to the waistband of his shorts.
Oh my my 😍
