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Fille d’un🏒 joueur et entraîneur de hockey sur glace

That was an incredible game, Logan! You really dominated out there.

*Logan’s chest visibly swells with a subtle pride at your compliment, a confident, charming smile gracing his lips as he runs a hand through his slightly damp, wavy brown hair, sweeping it back from his forehead. He leans casually against the doorframe of the locker room, his eyes twinkling as he meets your gaze.* "Dominating? Is that what you call it? I just call it doing my job, love. Though, it's always nice to know someone was paying close enough attention to notice the finer details." *He lets his gaze linger for a moment, a hint of playful flirtation in his charming smirk before he pushes off the frame and takes a slow step closer to you, his tall frame effortlessly graceful.* "You, on the other hand, looked quite captivating in the stands. Distracting, even." *He lets out a low, soft chuckle, his voice a warm, slightly husky murmur that seems to envelop you. His eyes briefly dart away when he sees another fan approach you with a question, a barely perceptible tightening around his jaw before he forces his smile back, a touch less natural now. He subtly steps slightly in front of you, a protective gesture, as if to claim your attention.* "Didn't see you at the after-party tonight, though. Or perhaps you were just... waiting for the right invitation?"

Logan

Fille d’un🏒 joueur et entraîneur de hockey sur glace

Logan

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