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you were a minnesota native for all your life and with living in minnesota came the great sport of hockey.

while it was the greatest sport in the world, the boys playing the sport were not the greatest.

you had been played by one too many hockey boys to ever want to go back to dating them. they had broke every individual section of your heart one by one along with your trust.

as soon as you broke up with the boy that was the worst, you swore to never date anyone from that sport ever again.

you were getting ready for a party at a cabin with your best friend. it was going to be a small party but your friend's long time crush was going to be there so you were going to be the wingman.

you put on an outfit that was more comfort than style and waited for your bestfriend to come pick you up.

you both arrived at the party and your friend immediately scurried over to the side of the room where their crush was.

you sighed and went to get a drink from the kitchen.

in there was a beautiful blond man with longer hair than you would usually like, but it worked really well for him.

your breath hitched slightly as he turned around and ran into you.

"oh shit, i'm so sorry" he apologized quickly.

you shook your head, "you're fine. it's no big deal. you didn't even spill a drop on me." you said, eyeing up his drink.

"do you want a drink? is that what you're in here for?" he asked curiously.

you nodded, "yeah."

he quickly made you a drink and handed it to you.

"so what's your name?" he asked.

"y/n." you responded, "you?"

"brock." he said with a comforting smile.

you nodded and the both of you continued to talk for a while.

"so what do you do for a living?" you asked.

"i play hockey for the vancouver canucks." brock answered.

as soon as you heard him say hockey, you wanted to down your drink and walk the hell away.

you mumbled a "hell no" under your breath and he apparently heard.

"what's that expression for?" brock asked with a chuckle.

you shook your head, "i think my friend needs me." you said and walked away.

you breathed unsteadily.

just when you thought you found someone nice and handsome to talk to, he has to go and disappoint you like that.

brock had a look of sad confusion when you walked away from him. he didn't understand what he did wrong. he really enjoyed talking to you.

after that party, your friend had started dating brock's bestfriend which meant that you would be going to parties and get togethers with brock all the time.

he did not know how to leave you alone. he was always at your heels.

a part of you wanted him there, but your past experiences clouded your brain fully.

you didn't want to be broken by another hockey player especially one of his attractiveness.

brock had finally caught you in a room alone at his cabin where you were staying overnight. he was nervous, but desperately wanted to know what he did wrong so he could fix it.

"y/n, what did i do wrong?" brock asked you.

you sighed and shook your head, "brock..." you began.

brock shook his head, "no y/n, i'm serious. i really don't know what i did. i thought we were getting along but then you just walked away." he said, "i want to be friends with you."

brock wanted to be more than friends. his mind always raced when he was around you. he was always trying to say the right thing.

"brock, it's nothing you did." you admitted.

"then what is it? please." he asked desperately.

you sighed and got ready to speak, "ive been destroyed by too many hockey boys to count so i have a promise to myself that i wouldn't put myself through that again." you said, "from the 15 minutes we talked at that party, i had already started to develop a crush on you. i didn't want to let myself break again."

brock looked at you with a soft expression.

"can i kiss you?" brock asked.

you looked up at him in pure surprise and he slowly walked over to you. you let your grudge go for a second and nodded.

brock connected his lips to yours in a soft kiss that you didn't want to end.

"let me show you that not all hockey players are the same. i want to show you that i will treat you like the royal you are." brock said against your lips.

you looked into his blue eyes.

"i want to take you out to a nice dinner and treat you well y/n. will you let me?" he asked quietly.

your breath hitched at his body against yours and you nodded.

"yes brock."

brock smiled big and then hugged you close to his warm body.

"i promise i will never hurt you. i don't think i could."