Leo
Two weeks ago,
"What the hell is wrong with you, Miller!" I screamed, trying to break free from the strong grip of my boyfriend's arms wrapped tightly around my waist, but I failed completely.
Miller only pulled me closer into his warm embrace and attacked me with a million playful kisses all over my face.
"Oh for fuck's sake, Miller!" I groaned loudly and tried to push him away even though I had failed earlier. I was persistent, wriggling and pressing my hands against his broad chest. It wasn't because I didn't want to kiss him — far from it — but because we had an important event to attend and we were already running late.
It was the big celebratory night for the Northern Avalanche. They had just won the Stanley Cup, and the CEO had decided to throw a lavish party for the teammates and important guests.
