Moonstruck

37 | never let go

a/n: forgive me for the long wait
the bitch is back xoxo

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NASH

"You know what to do, Kingston?"

My eyes shift to Coach, who's hand is sprayed against my back as he pats it encouragingly. I crack my neck and give him a quick nod.

"Make them cry?" a single eyebrow of mine lifts, a mischievous smirk playing on my lips even though I try to play off the innocent act.

Coach snorts, "Get in there."

Shaking his head, he points towards the arena, letting me lead as him and the rest of the team follow right behind.

With my helmet in hand, I analyse the crowd with each step towards the rink, hearing the wild cheers as we come into view.

Feeling the cold brush my body, I smoothly skate around the ice and only stop when I find the face I've been waiting to see all day.

I stop in front of the glass, watching as my favourite blonde steps down the stands until I'm looking down at her. Wearing. My. Jersey.

Holy hell, fuck me.

This woman is already able to make me fall to my knees on a normal day, but little did I know just how weak she'd make me looking like this.

From every dirty thought running through my mind right now to the fact that everyone in this stadium now knows River Fucking Fontaine is off limits, I don't know if I can go a whole game without wanting to kiss those pretty lips.

"Nice Jersey, peaches." I tilt my chin towards the black oversized shirt she's got on full display.

River grins, "You haven't seen the best part."

Our eyes dance together with tension clearer than the wound we will leave on the opposite team after tonight's score.

Her taunting makes me raise a brow and gesture with my fingers for her to turn around for me. The blonde bites her lip teasingly and makes her movements purposely slow to torture me.

Hooking all of her silky hair to the front, she turns her back to me and cockily shows off my name written on it while the crowd around us goes crazy.

I force myself to stop any thoughts from making their way to my head, reminding myself this is not the time or place.

Either way, I lick my lips and snap my gaze back to hers, which is still on mine but this time it's with the company of a amused smirk.

"King, dude, you're drooling." Theo breaks me off the spell, wrapping an arm around my shoulders.

I roll my eyes, "Fuck off."

Pushing him and his stupid laughter away, I glance back at Fontaine one more time before skating back to where the rest of the guys are.

Dex and I bump fists and discuss our tactic for today's game like we always do. It's no wonder we're a good duo both off and on the ice.