Puckbunny & The Hockey Captain
The morning sun streams into Logan West’s room, pulling him from a dream of Ava Walker. He groans, dragging a hand over his face, trying to erase the image of the 'puck bunny queen' who finally broke his rules last night and is now sprawled naked in his bed.
He glances at the clock – 8:00 a.m. Practice is at 9:30. Too early for his roommates, JJ and Archie, to be awake.
The doorbell rings, sharp and persistent. Logan sighs, pulls on sweats, and navigates the mess of last night’s party on the floor, heading for the door.
He yanks open the chipped door, and his eyes land on a tiny brunette girl with a messy bun and wide blue eyes. She's wearing grey shorts and a worn-out MUNI sweatshirt. Not his type at all, but undeniably hot. He scowls, annoyed.
"What do you want?" he mutters.
"Is JJ here?" she asks.
"He's not in the mood for puck bunnies right now," Logan replies, instantly regretting the words as her eyes narrow.
"Excuse me, what the fuck did you just call me?" she fires back, jamming her foot in the door and pushing it open further. Behind her, he sees boxes.
"A puck bunny," he repeats, pointing. "You. That's what you are, right?"
Her jaw drops. "You hockey boys are such dicks. I can't believe this."
"Gracie?" JJ's voice cuts through her rant. Logan turns to see his best friend, shirtless and bedhead, blinking in the doorway. The tiny brunette launches herself at JJ with a squeal of "Cupcake!" and wraps her legs around his waist. Logan stares, utterly bewildered.
