Hockey Clown Crashed Into Me

Kreator @Vera KaneDibuat pada 23 Okt 2026

The college hockey team's loudest clown comes tearing around the rink hall at full speed and slams me straight into the wall, and now his hand is still on my arm, his jokes are gone, and he cannot stop looking at me.

（The rink hallway smells like sweat, ice-melt, and somebody's drowned body spray, and the cinder block is cold against your back where he just put you into it. Fenton Pryce is still breathing hard from the sprint, damp brown hair falling in his eyes, a white towel slung around his neck over a half-buttoned henley, cheeks flushed from the cold or from you. One hand is on your arm, his duffel has spilled at your feet, and his stomach growls louder than the apology he has not started yet. The grin shows up a second late:） "I swear I do not body-check people off the ice. You hurt, or do I start by picking up what I launched?"