"Ashton," I hiss, hitting his suit covered chest, "That's fucking Matt Martin."
"Yeah, he's a cool guy," He shrugs, as if my favorite hockey player, besides him of course, isn't standing on the other side of the room.
"I thought this was just an LA Kings dinner," my eyes widen, causing him to laugh.
"Well, if I told you that this was the annual NHL awards dinner, you'd probably cry," he shrugs, causing me to choke on literally only air.
"Awards dinner?!" I whisper harshly.
Ashton smiles at me, before whispering back, "Don't look now, but Matt Martin is walking towards us."
I gulp, before a very deep voice rings from behind me, "Irwin, man, how's it going?"
I turn away and am met with a very tall guy, holy shit Martin's hair is even more luscious in person.
"Matt, what's going on mate?" he shakes his hand, and I feel like I could literally fall on the floor.
"Nothing really man," Matt's incredibly deep voice rings, "How's the Kings treating you?"
"Pretty good, pretty good," he nods, before smiling down at me.
"Matt, this is my girlfriend, Cat. She's probably the biggest Islanders fan I know, so she's probably crying inside right now."
I glare up at Ashton, but the hockey player laughs," You're an Islanders fan? And you live on the west coast?"
"I grew up on Long Island," I explain, "I moved to Seattle for year, which is where I met Ash, then I moved back to New York for two years, and now I'm back in Seattle so," I shrug, before leaning in and whisper jokingly, "I will never not be an Islanders fan."
Ashton shakes his head, not upset at all that I am not now a die hard Kings fan.
"Good to know," he winks, causing me to blush, "I would introduce you to my girlfriend, but I have no idea where she went."
Ashton and I laugh, before Matt speaks up one last time, "Alright, I should find her, but good luck tonight bro," with that, he slaps Ashton's shoulder and walks off.
"Good luck?" I ask, "Good luck for what?"
"Oh, I'm just up for an award," he shrugs, "It's not a big deal, I'm not going to win."
"Are you shitting me right now?!" I push him, "Why the hell wouldn't you tell me?"
"I don't know," he shrugs, "I guess cause I know I won't win, so I didn't think it was a big deal."
"Well, what award?" I ask, my eyebrows furrowed.
"Rookie of the year."
I push him again, "Ashton! That's one of the biggest awards! Are you kidding?!"
"No," he laughs.
"Even if you don't win," I say, holding onto his arm, "That is such a big deal. God, I am so proud of you."
"Please take your seats, the ceremony is about to begin."
"Come on," he leans down and connects our lips, smiling at me before we make our way to our table.
I smile and hold onto his arm as we walk, the feeling of pure happiness overwhelming me. I am at an NHL award dinner, with Ashton nominated for probably one of the top three biggest awards. I'm on cloud nine.
Unfortunately I am suddenly falling through the sky to plummet to my death when I see who else is sitting at our table.
"Gabby?" Ashton asks, shocked, "What the hell are you doing here?"
