Max Domi is a sweetheart.
You learnt that early on when he sent you flowers after the first time you went to one of his games.
He loved spending time with you most of all, even as just his partner he never saw spending time with you as a chore or something needing to be done. You two met when he first started playing for the Canadiens, you met through a mutual friend and instantly hit it off.
Spending time, even just quiet down time was cute and sweet.
You two were in your apartment, you giving him his nightly French lessons to help with the French press of Montreal. Growing up in Winnipeg didn't make him the most bilingual player.
"Say hello in french." You teased holding up a flashcard.
"I know how to say hello, babe." He rolled his eyes, "Give me something harder."
"Fine, fine. What does, Le jeu était génial mean?" You asked.
He had to think on it for a moment, "The game was good?"
"Close enough, the game was awesome or great." You smiled.
Max nodded his head and muttered, "Le jeu était génial."
You chuckled and kissed him on the cheek, "I think that's enough for tonight, I don't think they'll be throwing you hard ball questions. Just make sure you win the game."
He leaned in and kissed you on the lips gently, "I always win for you, babe. You're my good luck charm."
You kissed him back, moving closer to him to keep him deeper. You enjoyed kissing Max, his lips were always so soft, the way they fit perfectly with yours was amazing. You could do it all day.
You stayed like that for a while, kissing him gently as the flashcards were spread around you two.
"Je t'aime" He said softly, his lips close to yourself.
You lightly giggled, "At least you know that word."
"je t'aime, je t'aime,je t'aime." He repeated as he peppered kisses along your face.
You laughed and were immediately trapped by his arms wrapped around you. He kissed the top of your head as he laid on top of you on the couch. He didn't put all of his weight on your body, careful not to crush you.
"I see you're picking up French quite well."
"Well, I do have a great teacher." He smiled.
You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him gently, "Are you going to win the next game for me?"
"Of course, and when they ask me what makes me such a good player, I'm going to say it's my girlfriend, [Y/N]." He beamed.
Max Domi was a sweetheart, he always tended to your every need and adored you beyond compare. You were the love of his life and every win was attributed to you.
