Zion was in the rink, fighting- and winning, against his opponent. You were within the crowd, cheering him on as his partner. Once the bell rang and he was announced the winner he smirk and turned your way, winking. He knocked his opponent out since the guy was hitting on your early and he got jealous and protective.
He wiped his bloody nose and stoped out, walking over to you as he pulled you, by the waist, into a passionate kiss. “That fight was for you.” I panted out.
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