A few minutes later, Tuukka and I were sitting on opposite ends of his couch in his living room, watching the local news. It turns out that there was a freak snow storm that produced 3 feet of snow in under 6 hours, and it was still snowing. We were also informed that it could take up until tomorow morning the clear out the streets.
We sat in an awkward silence, not knowing what to make of this situation. That was when my stomach made the loudest, most-disgusting growl that it has made in its 21 years of exisitense. Tuukka turned to me with an eyebrow raised.
"Hungry?" He asked. I curled up into a ball and brought my knees to my chest and nodded.
"Its fine though." I said quietly. He nodded and turned back to the TV.
I rubbed my eyes tiredly, then looked at my hand, revealing it was covered in black eye makeup. Jesus, I must look like a fucking racoon. I also reaalized I was still wearing my dress from last night even though it was freezing in Tuukka's apartment.
"Do you mind if I shower?" I asked him. He propped himself up on one elbow and nodded, rubbing his eyes.
"You need some clothes?" He asked.
"Probably, yeah." I grimaced. Wearing guys' clothes was usually a sign of being in a relationship with them, and that was deffinitley not the case with Tuukka and I. Tuukka got up and headed down the hall to his room.
"Follow me." He comanded, and I did. Tuukka's apartment was average sized, I figured it would be more for someone thats a professional athlete. Hi had only one bedroom, his room, but it was huge and spacious. Then he had a nice, modern kitchen with an island and granite countertops. His living room had a long black sofa and a glass table, and a TV mounted on the wall with shelves everywhere. Then he had a bathroom, that I was yet to see.
We entered his room and he walked up to his closet and slid the door open.
"Whoa.." I breathed. "Your closet's bigger than mine!" And it was. It was walk-in, and there were shelves and containers and racks everywhere. He smiled at me and looked for something that might fit me.
He handed me nike sweatpants and a bruins tee shirt, then escorted me to the bathroom. He showed me how to work the shower, but I was pointing at the jacuzzi on the floor next to it.
"I'd much rather use that, if thats okay?" I said while beaming at the device. It was beautiful, with jets and buttons and relaxing water..I hadn't used one in years and they were my favorite.
"The jacuzzi?" Tuukka asked, a crooked smile developing on his face.
"Yes!" I exclaimed. "How do you work it?" I bent over and looked at all the buttons and switches. Tuukka chuckled at how excited I was and explained how to work the jacuzzi to me, then handed me shampoo and stuff.
"Okay thank you!" I excitedly said with a smile, gently pushing him out of the bathroom. He threw his hands up in the air and smiled.
"Whats this? I don't get to join?" He exclaimed kiddingly.
I winked at him. "Out!"

Bathing in that jacuzzi for 40 minuetes was probably one of the most beautiful experiences I have had in my entire life. The hot water and the massaging jets seemed to take away my soreness and my developing hangover, leaving me with a pampered feeling. I was suddenly happier and more awake, more comfortable in the situation I'd found myself in.
I changed into the clothes Tuukka had given me and threw my hair up in a towel. I walked out of the bathroom and down the hall into the kitchen
"Dude your jacuzzi is fucking ama-"
My voice trailed off when I saw Tuukka was standing in his kitchen, flipping pancakes with a giant stack of them on a plate next to him. I could here and smell coffee brewing and bacon cooking. Tuukka looked at me, eyebrows up, pressing me to continue.
"Fucking what?" He asked. I looked back at him and smiled.
"Amazing." I said slowly.
"Oh yeah it's great." He said, forking a handful of chocolate chips into his mouth. Chocolate chip pancakes? Oh my god.
"Chocolate Chip, huh?" I asked him while sliding into a bar stool he had places around the island.
"Yup," he nodded. "I just discovered them a few weeks ago. They're great." He took a giant pancake and plopped it down on the plate in front of me, then handed me a glass of juice. "Thanks, Tuukka." I said. "Why'd you do all this?" He shrugged and flipped a pancake high up. "We were both really hungry, and they started broadcasting soccer on TV." He rolled his eyes disgusted.
"You don't like soccer?" I asked while taking a sip of my juice. He nodded feverishley.
"Hell no I don't." He said with a tang of anger in his voice.
"It's the most pathetic, irrelevent, loathed.." His voice trailed off. I nodded slowly.
"I see," I said quietly, not wanting to continue talking about soccer because he would get mad. "Do you have any peanut butter?" I asked.
"What for?" Tuukka responded before brining his coffee to his lips.
"To put on my pancake, duh." I answered. Tuukka almost spit out his coffee all over the pancakes and half choked on it, which I found funny for some reason.
I bit my lip to keep from laughing.
"Excuse me?" He asked once he composed himself. "
It's good!" I exclaimed. "It tastes like Reese's peanut butter cups!"
"Reese's what?" He asked, looking very confused. I rolled my eyes and sighed.
"Do you have any, yes or no?" I asked him.
"Yeah, yeah." He said, reaching into the counter. "You do your thing with that, even though it's disgusting." He handed me the peanut butter and a spreading knife.
"I will do my thing with this!" I exclaimed, waving the peanut butter in his face. "And I will do it with pride."
He chuckled at me and shook his head. I smothered my pancake with peanut butter and took a huge bite, I didn't realize how hungry I was until I tasted food.
"I just realized," Tuukka started while pulling up a barstool on the opposite side of the island so he was sitting across from me. "I don't know your name." I swallowed me food before answering.
"I'm Stephanie Souza." He smiled.
"Nice to meet you Steph, I'm Tuukka." He held out his hand and I shook it with a big grin plastered on my face. I figured now would be a good time to get this off my chest.
"I'm sorry I was being such a bitch to you this morning. I wasn't made at you, just myself." I started.
"I'm not really the type of girl to sleep around, I was just really drunk and I know that's not an excuse but, but when I found out who you were, and you just so happened to be a professional hockey player, I got really mad at myself because no longer was I acting like a slut, I was acting like a puck slut and I hate those types of girls and I make un of them and-"
"Steph, you're not a puck slut." Tuukka interupted calmly. I looked at him, confused.
"But I slept with you..." He rolled his eyes.
"Who fucking cares? You didn't even know who I was at the time." Tuukka argued.
"Puck sluts are slutty-ass girls who know nothing about hockey and sleep with people just because they play hockey."
I poked my food with my fork. "I guess..." My voice trailed off.
"Do you know anything about hockey?" He asked me. I nodded.
"Yup, I used to play." I answered. He raised his eyebrows.
"Really?" He asked. "What position?"
"Center," I explained to him. "I played for 10 years but then I tore my ACL."
Tuukka grimaced at the thought. "That sucks." He said.
"Yeah," I agreed. "And right after I tore my ACL my friend Erika tore her akilies and she had to stop playing too...Oh my God Erika!" I yelled out loud.
I had completly forgot about her, she must be so worried about me and I was equally as worried about her, I hope she got home okay. I ran torwards Tuukka's room, desperate to find my phone. He followed after me.
"What's wrong?" He asked. I looked around Tuukka's room frantically.
"Where's my phone?" I asked him. "I don't know, I'll check under here." He said and crawled under his bed. I walked over to hs nighstand and searched through the drawer in it. Passport, gum, condoms,pen, notepad, my phone!
"I got it!" I exclaimed out loud. After no answer I scanned the room. "Tuukka...?" I called out meekly.
"GAH!" Someone screamed and grabbed my ankles. I screamed and fell to the floor, seeing that it was Tuukka who had nearly scared me to death. He was laughing his ass of and rolling on the floor.
"It's not funny!" I yelled at him, but couldn't help myself from smiling.
"You," He gasped, but started laughing agin. "Should've seen your face!"
"Shut up!" I kicked him playfully and jumped onto his bed, giving Erika a call while pulling the towel out of my hair, revealing my wet curls. Sure enough I had 3 missed calls from her.
Tuukka climbed out from under the bed and layed on the floor watching me talk to Erika. She told me she got home safely and had a 'friend' with her, probably someone she took home. I told her I was at a 'friends' house too, and I would give her a call once the roads cleared out.
Then I noticed something shiny in Tuukka's drawer that I didn't notice when I searched it for my phone.
"Okay I'll, talk to you later, love you." I said to Erika than hung up.
"Well she sounds interesting," Tuukka said slyly.
"You," I said to him while reaching into the drawer, "Are into some kinky shit, Tuukka Rask." The shiny thing I pulled out happened to be a pair of handcuffs.
His face got bright red and he stood up, trying to get them away from me.
"Those aren't mine!" He yelled, and I couldn't help but burst out laughing, and he couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, sure they aren't!" I said with a giggle. He threw the cuffs back into his drawer and said "No more going in there, okay?" I nodded and bit my lip to keep from laughing again. He headed over to his closet and got some clothes.
"I'm going in the shower," He said. "You can watch some TV or something if you want."
"Okay, thanks." I responded and he walked down the hall and into the bathroom. I sat there on his bed cross legged, staring out the window and looking at the city. The awkwardness between Tuukka and I and the situation we were in was practically gone, and I knew I didn't have to act a certain way to try to impress him, because I'd probably never see him after this. The thought of never seeing Tuukka again almost made me upset, and I hated that it did, so I pushed the upset away.
I got up and walked into his living room and saw that "The Notebook" was on HBO, so I paused it and walked into the kitchen to try and find some popcorn. I was so making him watch this. I made some and grabbed a couple beers from his fridge and placed them down on the table in front of the couch. I sat there for a few minuetes, waiting for Tuukka to come back.
He came out with a pair of plaid sweats on and a bruins tee, similar to the one I had on. "Twinning!" I exclaimed, pointing to out shirts.
He smiled and ran his fingers through his hair. I patted the couch,
"C'mere, you're watching this with me." He walked over and looked at the screen.
"The Notebook? Ah no, I heard about this one." He complained. "The one with the guy and the Ferris Wheel."
I smiled."Yes. Come on watch it!" I said. He squinted it me.
"Only if you'll play NHL13 with me after". He said soflty. I squinted back.
"Only if you rub my feet if I win." I said back just as soft.
"Deal!" He yelled out and jumped on the couch.




3 hours later, we were sitting on the couch watching some shark documentary while Tuukka rubbed my feet. He grimaced at the site of a seal being shredded to pieces and looked away. I smiled and threw popcorn at him.
"Oh, grow a pair." I teased. He stuck out his tounge and I growled at him. It was almost 7 at night, and it was totally dark outside.
Suddenly the power went out, leaving us in total darkness. "Tuukka." I said as calmly as I could, but he could hear the panic in my voice.
"Calm down," He said. "Hold on." I heard him getting up off the couch. "C'mere." He grabbed my hand and I took it, as he lead me down the hall to his room. I crawled into bed and he sat next to me and called someone, the landlord probably, and no one answered. "Shit." He said out loud.
"Listen, it's gonna get kinda cold so-"
"You think!?" I yelled out at him, my teeth were already chattering.
"Calm down." He said blankly. I heard him get up and rummage through his drawers. He threw some stuff at me.
"Socks, gloves, and a beanie." He said. I put them on, then Tuukka got some extra blankets from under the bed and placed them on. I crawled under and he did the same next to me. "This...sucks.." I managed to say through my chattering teeth.
"C'mere." He said, opening his arms. "We'll stay warmer this way." I accepted his invitation, curling up next to him and placing my head against his chest under the blankets. He felt that I was shaking and shushed me and stroked my hair. I could hear his heart beating and I wrapped my arms around him.
"Shit like this happens in Finland all the time," He explained. "You'll be fine, I promise."
I looked up at him and he met my gaze.
"Pinky promise?" I pouted. He smiled and stuck out his pinky finger.
"Pinky promise." He said sweetly, and we linked our pinkies together and kept it that way for a long time. I brought my head back down to his chest and he rested his chin on my head and stroked my hair, and I fell asleep in his warm arms.

Notes

so this one was kinda long...yeah.
can someone please comment and tell me how im doing?