One Shots
Jonathan Toews
Jonathan knelt, hammer in one hand and tent peg in the ground (or, kind of). It didn’t look like his efforts had been very successful, especially since the peg kept falling over when he tried to tap it. He was getting frustrated now.
"Need help?" you asked, kneeling down beside him.
His voice was gruff, even for having another peg clenched in between his teeth. “I’m fine.”
You chuckled as he managed to knock the peg over again. “You sure?”
He spit the peg out onto the tent fabric. “I know what I’m doing; I’ve done this a thousand times.”
You were skeptical. “Jesus, Jonathan, just let me help. When was the last time you went camping, anyways?”
"Last summer?"
"Liar," you said, cracking a smile. "You were with me almost the whole time you didn’t have hockey."
"Damn. No, actually, it’s been a while. Since I was like sixteen," he admitted, almost sheepishly.
"Long enough. I’m gonna help you, whether you like it or not. It won’t ruin your manliness, you know." You bent forward to reach for the tent peg, taking the hammer from his hand and carefully tapping the peg into the ground. "There, that should hold."
You handed him back the hammer and extra peg, and he helped you bolt the tent to the ground. Just in time, too. The wind picked up and the sky split open, pouring rain as you scrambled to get all your gear into the car or tent before it was soaked.
"Brrr," you shivered, climbing under the tarp overhead into the warm confines of the tent where Jonny was already waiting.
"Cold?" he guessed, and you nodded. "Come here, baby." Pulling you closer, he gave you one of his dry sweaters, pulling off your damp shirt. Wrapping a blanket around you, his touch lingered on your skin.
"Thanks," you smiled, giving him a quick kiss. "Do you know if it’s supposed to stop raining soon?"
Jonathan took a quick look at his phone. “Looks like by morning it should dry up a bit.”
You snuggled closer, head resting on his shoulder. “It’ll get cooler as the night goes on, so I guess we’ll have to stay like this ‘til morning.”
He laughed, wrapping his arm around your waist. “I’m not complaining.”
