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DID YOU SEE THE WAY HE LOOKED AT YOU?

Me when Trevor Zegras 😽😽😼😼😻😻😻

I’d never seen him with such a fondness in his eyes. Watching with such focus as I lap around the arena. Stretching tall and lifting legs in preparation of a short routine. His teammates simply talk between each other but he doesn’t utter a word.

I see him in the corner of my eye, crossing my legs to gain speed. I let myself glide for a moment before an axel. The music is in my ears, hair fluttering in a ponytail.

The sharp twists and turns never give me whiplash, nor make me dizzy. It’s the sore of my knees and the shouting of my coach that make this much harder than it needs to be.

“Spin god damnit!” She shouts, “You look like a Floppy Turkey! Use your core not your knees” her hair is neat and straight. Bobbed and she’s wearing a thick coat even as I’m sweating through a tank top.

She doesn’t even let me finish before she sees my knees buckling and kicks me off the ice. She sternly marches onward, “get your knee looked at or I won’t let you on the ice. Do not make the same mistakes I did”

I know she means it from the heart but it still hurts. After giving something your all and still not being good enough. Even though she doesn’t say it it still sucks.

I see him again, still watching me as I plop down next to him to put my guards on. “You were good out there. Really uh delicate on the ice”

I purse my lips and smile and nod deciding to take my skates off and put in my shoes. “Thank you, I’m sorry we took so long. I heard your rink got closed for maintenance” I apologize and make idle conversation with him

“Yeah, don’t be sorry, the boys weren’t to keen but I think we should all be grateful to be skating, right?”

I smile and nod, “y/n” I introduce myself

“Trevor.. maybe I’ll uh see you around” he smiles, “oh do you have a pen?”

I nod and give it to him, he takes my arm and writes his number on it, “I really hope you don’t have a boyfriend”

“It’s a good thing I don’t I guess”

FALL NIGHTS

I LOVE FALL!!

A lil doodle bcz I miss my bf 🩷

I love the fall. Especially after classes. Barely keeping my eyes open, backpack slung over my shoulders hair lose and catching in the wind. My fleece hoodie and my boyfriends hoodie over that and I’m still chilly.

I’m walking back to my sorority house when Trevor catches up to me, jogging slowly, “damn you walk fast for sleep deprived collage student” he laughs slinging his arm over my shoulder and pulling me close to him, “I missed you”

“Ive missed you too” I tell him wrapping my arm around his waist, “are you allowed to spend the night with me?” I ask him, “it’s cold… and my sheets are nice and cleann” I tease a little, “plus I think most of the girls will be at that party tonight. But I’m not feeling up for going” I tell him as we go left and keep walking until we reach the house.

I unlock the door and lead him to the kitchen, “I’m gonna make a fruit bowl can you fill my water up please?” I ask as we unlink from each other, he adds ice into my water bottle, then the cold water.

“What movie do we want to watch” He asks as he takes my bag and we go upstairs. I’ve been lucky enough to have my own room even if it’s a little small and I share a bathroom with some of the other girls. I have a twin xl bed that just barely fits Trevor’s frame onto it comfortably.

“Can I shower and you can watch something please?”

When I ask these questions he never says no. I try not to take long just enough to be clean and smell good after my classes. Trevor sometimes showers after me, having a small section of clothes in my dresser. I start eating my fruits and once I finish that I set the bowl away and go into the bathroom to brush my teeth.

“Hi handsome” I grin seeing Trevor step out of the shower. He kisses my cheek and puts some shorts on.

We finally gather up into my bed, my computer facing the wall and Trevor behind me. His arm resting over me and his hand drawing little doodles on my exposed stomach.

He puts on ‘Ten things I hate about you’ the movie I said I wouldn’t date him until he’d watched it.

The movie ends and he’s the one to get up and plug it to charge, he lays next to me, we face eachother. And embrace in a soft hug, I tuck my fingers into his hair and gently massage his head. He does this thing where he brings his head to my chest and tugs me as close as he possibly can.

He leaves soft kisses against my neck and collarbone. I live for the moments like these, quiet house. The soft hum of the heater. Rustle of our legs interlocking, “your skin is my favorite” he whispers against my collar.

He always gets a little silly when he’s tired, after a game he always gets a little clingy. Now is one of those moments. His hands glide underneath my shirt thumb caressing the crease of my back.

I slink down into the thick covers resting my head on his chest, I lay on top of him and we shift positions a few times before I finally feel the coziness of sleep.

“I think I’m falling in love with you”

ROADIE

I hate when he’s away, leaving our bed cold and empty on the nights I spend away from my sorority.

He texts me throughout the day, before class, after class. And once I’m home, we call. I set my phone up in a mug as I shower and we talk about his games as I promise to watch them.

It’s the nights that can be the hardest, I used to spend the Tuesdays and Fridays I didn’t have class on with Trev at his nice little apartment with the big open windows that let the light in.

The Polaroids of me on a cork-board next to the bowl where the keys go, my favorite photo of us. I’m asleep in his arms; wearing a ducks fuzzy blanket that he’d bought me. Trevor is laid next to me, facing me. He’s awake, gently brushing my hair out of my face.

We’re listening to the same music, Cruel summer by Taylor swift; he denies that he’s not a fan of her but I’m working on breaking that down.

The way he looks at me, it’s like there are hearts in his eyes.

I know he’s going to be home.. in a few days. But I’m still missing him, more than ever now that winter is closing in.

He does this thing, where he sets up these warm winter sheets if he doesn’t have a roadie or a game. Maybe I’m cheesy or a weird girlfriend but here I am.

Washing his sheets, deep cleaning his house. Even getting the apartment ready for the fake tree we set up.

The apartment smells like Christmas and love and I’m so content I just want to lay here forever. With the candles, Trevor, Christmas movies and baking muffins and cookies like my mama did.

I tuck his pillows in, and lay this fluffy ‘Falala’ blanket on the edge of the bed.

He comes home, and I’m the first to see him, rushing out of my beat up Toyota, “Trev! Trevor!” I cry out excitedly as he comes barreling through the doors and scooping me up into his arms. Peppering kisses all over my face. When he finally lands a kiss on my lips I melt.

HOCKEY PLAYER ❤️ CANT SKATE FOR SHIT

Trevor Zegras

“Trev this feels like such a bad idea” I whine softly as he gently ties the skates onto my feet. Making sure that my fuzzy socks aren’t tucked under eat the skates. He gently rubs my knee and pulls at my leggings to get me to stand, “if I fall you can’t laugh at me” I instruct as he lets me hold onto his biceps for support.

“I would never, I would make a tik tok first then make sure you’re alright” He replies as he backs out onto the little ice rink he’d made in my parents backyard. He’s confidently backing up and sliding backwards onto the ice as my knees buckle and I dig my fingers into his baggy hoodie. We’re matching; somewhat me with my leggings and one of his Ducks hoodie and he’s in black sweats and he’s in a hoodie that has my collage logo on it.

“You’re evil, you know that right?” I admit as he brings me out to the center of the rink. I’m wobbly like a newborn deer while he’s confident and certain that he can teach me to skate, “nononono where are you going?” I rapidly ask as he starts backing away from me; dropping my hands and leaving me.

“Come’ere” He grins at me and my misery, patting his thighs like I’m a dog and will come running to him at his call, “it’s like walking”

“Says the guy who plays in the NHL” I complain; sticking my arms out for balance as I slowly glide towards him, “oh my god oh my god” I gasp out as I walk along the ice.

“Look at you!” He laughs and smiles; cackling even more as I trip and grab onto him and drag him down after catching myself on the ice, “ouh!” He grunts put, dramatically flopping down and as I try to stand and he drags me down with him.

“Trev!” I gasp out; clutching my chest for air as I act winded to mock him.

He smiles and slowly gets back up then helping me up, “hold my hand really tight. Ok?” He instructs gripping onto my hands

“What are you doing” I inquire gripping on as tight as I can, “TREVOR ZEGRAS” I shout out as he quickly starts sliding backwards, crossing his legs and gliding around the arena with ease, “Stop stop stop stop!” I cry out; shutting my eyes. He halts quickly and wraps his arm around my waist

“are you ok?” He asks, “what’s wrong sweetheart” his eyes fill with worry and anxiety as he brings me closer to him

“I’m ok, it was just really fast and the wind caught in my eyes” I exclaim, “I know we’ve only been skating for twenty minutes but I’m ready to go inside now” I express

“Ok, comon” he guides me back, slowly and reassuringly. He helps me take my skates off and we hurry into the shower.

There’s nothing sexual about this; simply two people in love washing eachothers hair and sharing sweet kisses under the hot rain of a shower.

We share soft kisses and he runs his fingers through my hair tugging at the knots and gently brushing through them.

The bathroom is steamy when we get out and we’re entangled in eachother; kisses and gentle groping. His hands wrapped around my waist and my arms wrapped around his neck.

He lets me get tucked into our bed as he goes downstairs and makes hot coco for the two of us, even though I won’t finish mine and he will. He never gets frustrated at that.

I’m so wholly addicted to him, the tv playing ‘Princess and the frog’ as his leg is tucked between mine and my leg is thrown over his thigh. We’re in this comfortable knot of limbs; his head resting against a pillow and his eyes slowly fluttering asleep as I run my fingers through his hair and gently massage his scalp.

He does this thing just as he falls asleep where he has this giant whole body twitch, at first it would catch me by surprise but as his legs shuffle and arms suddenly squeeze around me then relax he feels content and safe in my embrace.

I scoot a little closer to him and lay on my back; his head resting on my chest and he’s wrapped around me.

“I think I love you”

“I know”