saxophone player, mikko rantanen

Despite the burn in your legs, you skate to the door where the boys are waiting. Bo reaches down to open the door as you come to a stop. Your cheeks hurt from smiling as you meet Alex for a bone-crushing hug. Your arms grasp around his neck. His right arm wraps tightly around your waist, and his left hand brushes up your neck to rest under your low bun. 

Your skates touch the ground again after a few blissful seconds. “I forgot what day it was!” your voice shakes with excitement, and his hand comes up to brush away the stray hairs framing your face. 

“He made us get here early; he was so excited to see you,” Bo’s smirk is obvious in his voice from beside the pair of you. 

“You’re the one who didn’t want to drive himself,” Alex retorts. Your chest warms just from being back with your boys. You tear your eyes away to look at Bo. Stepping away from Alex, you pull him down into a hug. 

“You don’t have to say it,” you tease. “I know you wanted to see me, too.” He laughs and tugs at your hair. 

The three of you spend the next few minutes chatting and making plans for dinner. Bo’s in the middle of an embarrassing golfing story when the door from the hallway swings open to reveal Erik Johnson. 

“Come on, boys,” he calls. “Landy’s about to start his speech in the room, don’t be late.” Bo rolls his eyes but follows Erik through the door anyways. Alex grabs your hand, and your eyes flicker between your clasped hands and his face. 

“I’ll see you tonight?” 

“Yeah,” you smile shyly, slightly breathless. He kisses you softly and squeezes your hand before turning and following Bo and Erik into the hallway. You watch through the window until he turns a corner into the locker room. 

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