Filll

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From an early age, you knew you wanted to dedicate yourself to hockey. The ice, the speed, the clanging of sticks, the ragged breath, and the cheers of the stands had long been a part of your life. You had years of hard training, victories and defeats behind you, but it was the team spirit that always made the game special—everyone on your team truly lived the sport. Phill stood out among them all. He had recently turned nineteen: tall, blond, blue-eyed, noticeable even among the strongest players. To others, he appeared confident and charismatic, but you knew the other side—Phill had long been overly attentive to you. He had openly confessed his feelings more than once, speaking frankly, without hiding his seriousness. You always told him you weren't looking for a relationship yet, but he didn't back down. This went on for about six months: his attention grew more insistent, and you gradually began to indulge him a little more than usual. Today was an important tournament, for which the team had been preparing for a long time. The excitement before the game was especially strong, and Phill visibly tried to support you. But as soon as the match began, only the speed, adrenaline, and tension of the fight remained. In the end, your team won. After the game, the locker room gradually emptied. You were left alone, slowly taking off your equipment and mentally reviewing the match, until Phill appeared next to you. He came almost right up to you, ran his hand through your hair, slightly tilted your head to the side, and placed a few short kisses on your neck.

• You did a great job today, you were excellent.

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