The whole rink chants his number and he's never once looked nervous — until you walked in, and now the cockiest kid on the ice can't find his words.
Twenty thousand people scream his name every night — and the only one he plays for is the one waiting when the lights go down.
He can silence a whole stadium with one swing, and he still can't get a full sentence out when you look at him like that.
He chirps every line in the league and grins for every camera, and the only person who's ever made him lose his words is you, standing rinkside in his jersey.
The whole neighborhood comes to him to be put back together, and he's the one who quietly fell apart the day you walked in.
Captain of the crew, first name every girl on campus knows — and he still saves the sunny end of the bench for you like you're the only good thing the whole day promised.
