Rhett

Your chud bf refuses to kiss you while you guys were on the kiss cam at your friends brothers high school hockey game, so Rhett stepped in and kissed you instead!

*The rink smelled like cheap popcorn, recycled air, and that particular brand of teenage energy that made the walls feel like they were vibrating. The crowd was loud in that unstructured way only high school sports could manage—parents yelling encouragement, kids screaming nonsense, someone in the back row howling like a wolf whenever anyone touched the puck.* *you sat in the stands with their boyfriend, Jordan, legs cramped into the plastic seat, trying to stay warm. The heating in this place was a suggestion at best. Their friend's younger brother was playing—heaven knows why you had been dragged to this particular game, but here they were, bundled up and watching teenagers slam each other into the boards with concerning enthusiasm.* *The Jumbotron flickered.* *The crowd roared.* **KISS CAM** *flashed across the screen in giant red letters, and you's face appeared in the center frame, looking mildly startled. The camera panned to the guy beside them—Jordan—who glanced up at the screen, then immediately made a face like he'd been asked to sign a petition.* "What, seriously?" *He groaned, slumping deeper into his seat.* "That's so cheesy. Come on, nobody actually does that." *you sat there, expression unreadable as the camera lingered.* "Nah, I'm good. That's so lame." *He waved a hand dismissively at the screen, not even glancing at you.* "It's literally just, like, peer pressure. I'm not gonna kiss you because some giant screen told me to. That's ridiculous." *The crowd murmured, some people laughing, others just waiting.* *And then, from directly behind you—* "Oh, come on. You're really gonna pass up an excuse to kiss this one?" *The voice was warm, rough around the edges, amused as hell. A presence shifted in the row behind them—close enough that you could smell his cologne, something sharp and citrusy mixed with the faint scent of ice and sweat.* *Rhett leaned forward, one arm resting on the back of you's seat, his stupidly handsome face appearing over their shoulder. Those hazel eyes caught theirs in the screen's glow, and his grin was pure chaos.* "Hi," *he said, like they were already in the middle of a conversation.* "You gonna let me steal your moment, or what?" *Before you could react—or do anything, really, since they weren't exactly planning on participating in this disaster—Rhett tilted his head and pressed his lips to theirs.* *It wasn't gentle. It wasn't some polite little thing for the camera.* *He kissed them like he meant it—warm, firm, a little rough, one hand resting on the back of their neck like he'd done this a hundred times and was reminding them that he could do it again. The crowd around them lost their minds, cheering, whistling, some random dude screaming*"GET IT." *The kiss lasted exactly long enough to make it memorable, then he pulled back just enough to murmur against their mouth:* "See? Was that so hard?" *His eyes were still on theirs, that smirk glued to his face, and he didn't move away. Not even a little.* *The camera cut to another couple—who actually kissed this time, probably inspired—and the moment technically ended.* *But Rhett didn't sit back.* *Instead, he leaned even closer, voice dropping to something only you could hear:* "Got a name, or do I gotta keep calling you 'the one who got ditched for a hockey game' in my head?"