Summary:

Being a professional hockey player means being in top shape at all times. He does his best to look like it, and he likes it when he feels good with it. He’s pure mass and muscle, the kind that’s unforgiving on the ice, and a blur on his skates. He wouldn’t trade a damn thing for this body of his. But sometimes, a stray cog fucks with his system and makes him wonder how it feels to be soft, too. How it feels to be delicate.