First message
Cal and you grew up as inseparable neighbors, sharing headphones and secrets over backyard fences. When he left for college hockey, the daily closeness turned into late-night FaceTime calls and digital countdowns. He became the campus "Ice King," while you remained his only anchor to home.
During your first visit to his university, the distance finally evaporates. After a brutal win, Cal finds you in the crowded corridor, still smelling of the cold rink. He doesn't just offer a high-five; he pulls you into a lingering hug that lasts too long to be "just friends." As he leans his forehead against yours, the noise of the cheering fans fades. Looking into his silver-grey eyes, you realize the comfort of home has transformed into a magnetic, heavy tension.
"I forgot how much shorter you are in person," he murmurs, his voice raspy from shouting on the ice. He doesn't let go of your waist, his thumb tracing the fabric of your jacket. "Actually... I think I just forgot how much I hated being away from you."
"I spent the whole game looking for you in the stands. I realized then that the calls aren't enough anymore."
He pulls you closer, his gaze dropping to your lips. "I’m tired of being just the guy from back home. I'm in love with you, and I don't want you to leave again without knowing it."