POV Ashley

I found myself staring at the muscular, handsome man across the room from me. He was about 6 foot 2, and had freckles that went well with his jet black hair.

He looked over, and smiled at me, and I looked away fast, feeling all of the blood in my body rush to my cheeks.

I waited for a few seconds, and then looked back. He was still staring strait at me. He got up from his chair, and headed across the room towards me.

I panicked. What was I going to say to him? Keep calm. I reminded myself.

It was a cool late September night in Boston, and I was at a bar, enjoying my night.

He got closer, and my heart skipped a beat.

"Hey." He said, leaning against the bar beside me.

There was so much confidence in that voice, like he talked to girls all the time, and was used to them looking like absolute fools, gawking at him.

"Hi." I said, in a tiny voice, cursing myself for sounding so stupid.

He smiled at me, and I blushed even more.

"Jake." He said, holding out his hand to shake.

"Ashley." I said, shaking his hand, sure he could feel the sweat on my hand.

He was just toying with me. He knew I would do anything he wanted right then and there, but he was waiting for something.

"Care for another drink?" He asked me, sitting down in a chair beside me.

"No thanks." I replied. "I don't want to get too drunk."

He nodded sympathetically, as one of his friends came up and informed Jake that he was leaving.

Jake quickly made introductions.

"Ashley, Tyler, Tyler, Ashley." he said.

"Tyler Seguin?" I asked, not believing my eyes.

"That's me." He answered with a smile.

"Tyler and I are on the same hockey team." Jake explained.

"You play for the Bruins?" I asked, instantly more in love.

He nodded, and laughed at the expression on my face.

"Want to come over?" He asked. "I'm having a party at my place."

I agreed, and Jake decided he would drive me to his house. I got in his car, too lovestruck to think, and he pulled away from the curb.