DIARY ENTRY – MICKEY KRAUSE

Dear Diary, 

Well, I’m fucked. I just met my new D-partner and he’s a Level 4 beefcake.  

Which is not at all how Americans rate their beef, but Rafael—Rafe, apparently—is Canadian, I’m German, and since no one is ever going to read this, what does it matter? 

He’s PREMIUM quality, from the top of his dark wavy hair to the bottom of his giant feet. He’s tall and thick and has these brooding good looks that make me think about things I generally try not to think about in locker rooms. 

And Gavin got him for me.  

I mean, as my partner on the ice, of course. Not for playing with in other ways, although holy shit, I can think of a lot of ways I’d like to play with that man.  

He would look so good on his knees, with his hands behind his back and taking my … 

ahem You get the drift.  

Which is why I said I’m fucked because how am I supposed to focus on hockey when the man of my dreams is in the stall next to me? 

And with as bad as this season is going, believe me, I NEED to focus. They brought me over from the DEL and I am supposed to be helping on defense, but I haven’t meshed with any of my defensive partners.  

Tanner keeps telling me that I need to get laid and okay, I probably do. It’s been a while. But hockey has always been my priority and I’ve never let anyone distract me from that.  

But Rafe? He’s going to be a distraction.  

A big, sexy distraction … 

-Mickey (Michael)  

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