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“We didn’t bond.”

“Whatever you say.” Jackson starts his next set, grunting with each rep. “Maybe you can ask him for a favor,” he says between lifts.

“What kind of favor?”

“Like…getting me an autograph or something.”

I snort. “You realize you’re just as much of a big deal as he is, right? Maybe even more, considering college football is seen on national television more than college hockey.”

Jackson finishes his set and sits up to wipe sweat from his brow with a towel. “Yeah, but he’s been my idol since freshman year. It’d be weird if I just walked up to him and fangirled all over the place.”

“So, instead, you want me to fangirl for you? Makes total sense.”

Jackson flashes me that lopsided grin of his. “You’re the best, Elliot.”

“I haven’t agreed to anything.”

“But you will.” He stands and stretches out his arms, his torso elongating like a rubber band. “I’m gonna hit the showers. You coming?”

I glance at my tote bag, whereDorian Graypokes out seductively. I didn’t lift a single weight, so I’m not sweaty. However, I’m going out tonight and want to smell my best.

“Alright. But you better not flash me your dick again.”

“Hey!” Jackson scowls, hands on his hips. “I didn’t flash you my dick. I slipped on the wet floor, my towel fell off, and my dick happened to pop out.”

“Whatever helps you sleep at night, ‘bro.’”

I grab my tote bag and take off for the showers, cackling like a hyena as Jackson chases after me when I tell him I’ve seen bigger.

ICE QUEEN BLOG POST #1

Gerard Gunnarson’s Butt: A Cheeky Appreciation Post

Hey there, puck bunnies! Ice Queen here, your go-to gal for the coolest takes on all things Barracudas.

I hope you’ve all enjoyed your summer vacations and are refreshed and ready to go. Because it’s a whole new semester, a whole new season, and this year, things are getting shaken up!

If you remember, at the end of last semester, I decided to dedicate my time this season to giving you all the deets about the man, the myth, the legend—Gerard Gunnarson. Because with back-to-back Frozen Fours under his belt, Gerard’s quickly become the “it boy” on campus. And who would I be if I ignored such a hot commodity?

Now, for those of you in the comments who were saying how this will change the blog for the worse, don’t fret. You’ll still get plenty of gossip, Gerard-centric and otherwise! But I will need your help this time.

A third year of college means the coursework will be much harderand more time-consuming. So, I’ve created a new section on this blog where you can send me tips, photos—the works! Whether it’s a benign locker room encounter with the hockey coach or a wild night out on the town, it doesn’t matter. You send it, I’ll read it.

With that being said, let’s get this show on the road!

By now, you’ve gotten a good look at the title of this post. You’re probably thinking that me talking about Gerard’s ass was not on your bingo card. I’m sure it wasn’t. But I’d be a fool if I didn’t devote my first post to the most important feature of Gerard.

Yes, he’s got crystal-blue eyes and a killer smile that makes panties melt and boxers tent, but I’ve always been a booty gal, and Gerard Gunnarson has a booty that deserves its time in the sun. Nobody wants a pasty-white ass, right?

We’ve all seen Gerard in action—he’s a force to be reckoned with. But did you know that his perfectly rounded globes are the perfect combo of firm and springy? I wouldn’t be surprised if those cheeks could function as airbags if Gerard ever takes a backward fall on the unforgiving ice.

And because I love fashion, we can’t forget to discuss how Gerard’s wardrobe ranks when showing off his prized asset.

1. Jeans.

They don’t simply hug his butt—they worship it. Jeans on Gerard is a campus traffic stopper, causing accidents and close calls everywhere he goes. I know this because I was privy to a front-row show in a class I shared with Gerard last year.

He was wearing the tightest pair of jeans known to mankind—I’m talking vacuum-sealed, painted-on, leave nothing to theimagination denim—and I wastryingto focus on the lecture. But then Gerard went and dropped his pencil.