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“is this my reward for winning?” calum comments cheekily, dropping his hockey bag by the door with a soft ‘thud.’ you shift subtly in your seat, tearing you gaze from your homework over to your boy. he’s still standing in the doorway, watching you with a smirk pulling at his full lips as he shakes out the water droplets still clinging to his thick curls from his post-game shower.

“so you won then?” you tease, fiddling with the hem of his away-game jersey that you were currently wearing. he rolls his eyes, making sure his stick is propped securely against the off-white wall before flopping down heavily onto your mattress.

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