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Fulton Reed

I laid in my room, the warmth of the moment still lingering as Fulton and I basked in the afterglow. The sheets were tangled around us, a silent testimony to the passion we shared. Fulton, my rugged and protective boyfriend, lay beside me, his gaze filled with a mix of contentment and mischief.

"We should probably get ready for hockey practice," I murmured, breaking the comfortable silence between us. Fulton's deep voice rumbled as he replied, "Yeah, we should. But first, let me find at least a shirt for you." As I attempted to rise from the bed, my legs tangled in the sheets, causing me to stumble.

The sudden movement jolted Fulton awake, his protective instincts kicking in immediately. In a swift motion, he pulled on a pair of shorts and draped his shirt over my shoulders, his touch gentle yet reassuring. "Can you walk?" Fulton's concern was evident in his voice as he helped me to my feet, his strong arms supporting me.

I shook my head, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me. "I just want to sleep a little longer," I mumbled, sinking back onto the bed.

Fulton chuckled softly, his eyes filled with affection. "Come on, sleepyhead. Time to get up," he coaxed, lifting me effortlessly into his arms.

I wrapped my arms around his neck, feeling safe in his embrace as he guided me to my closet to grab my hockey gear. After getting ready, we made our way to the hockey arena, where the familiar sounds of skates on ice filled the air. Dean and Fulton, the dynamic duo, were in their element, passing the puck with precision.

I trailed behind them, my legs protesting the early morning workout. As I stumbled, the team erupted into laughter, knowing all too well the reason behind my unsteady steps. Fulton came to my rescue, a soft smile gracing his lips as he helped me up. "You okay, babe?" Fulton's concern was palpable as he steadied me.

I shook my head, a mix of exhaustion and gratitude flooding me. Despite his tough exterior, Fulton's caring nature always shone through when I needed him the most. After practice, we headed to the locker room, where the team banter and camaraderie filled the air.

Fulton and I showered together, a routine that felt comforting and familiar. Later, as we settled in Fulton's dorm room with his roommate Dean, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the love and support that surrounded me. Fulton, with his tough exterior and tender heart, was my rock, always there to lift me up when I stumbled.

And as I drifted off to sleep that night, I knew that with Fulton by my side, I was home.