22. Griffin

I 'm still an emotional wreck, waking up this morning, but at least I have Blair by my side. After our kiss yesterday, we came into my room and talked all day long about anything and everything. I told her more about my parents and Gavin. Which was fucking painful. But it was nice to share the good memories with someone, to remember them. Blair told me more about her dad and her mom—who passed from a heart attack at a young age—and what her life was like growing up. I will make sure that those financial struggles she endured will never happen again.

My phone alarm sounds, and I roll over and shut it off, wincing as I look back at Blair, hoping she doesn't wake up. But she's still fast asleep. Mrs. Potts and Chip were scheduled to go on a little adventure this morning to the aquarium, but I'm going to hijack it and take them somewhere else.

Over the last few years, I've disregarded them more than I like to admit. They have been there for me through everything, and I was too scared and closed off to realize that. That changes today.

Slipping out of bed, I quickly get dressed, throwing on one of my Legends sweatshirts and joggers before heading downstairs.

I find Mrs. Potts in the kitchen, packing up a bag of snacks and drinks for her and Chip.

"You're up rather early," she chimes as I rap my fingers on the kitchen counter, loving that she knew I didn't have a game today.

Grinning, I look around to see if Chip is here before I murmur, "How would you feel about not going to the aquarium today?"

She looks at me with a confused stare. "What are you thinking?"

Shrugging, I say, "I thought we could maybe take a trip to the animal shelter. You've always said how beneficial a pet might be for our little Chocolate Chip. I figured it was about time we made that happen."

Her face lights up, her eyes glowing joyfully. "Really?"

It's not like she asked me to get him one before and I said no. I think she never felt comfortable getting one without me, which is my own fault for making her feel like she lives in my house when it's just as much hers.

Nodding, I can't help but beam along with her. "Of course."

She rushes around the kitchen island and throws her arms around me, and I freeze. "He is going to love that so much."

Relaxing, I wrap my arms around her, hugging her gently. "Good. Should we make it a surprise? I'll leave before you, and then you can pretend you're still going to the aquarium, but instead meet me there?"

She pulls away, nodding frantically. "A perfect plan, Griff."

"All right. When were you guys planning on leaving?"

"In about fifteen minutes. The aquarium opens at eight a.m. Do you know when the shelter opens?" she asks me, simultaneously grabbing her phone. "I'll check quickly." She pauses, looking it up. "Oh, perfect. Eight a.m. So, we can stay right on schedule."

My chest thumps a beat harder at the pure excitement radiating from her. She's the best mom in the world. Chip honestly could not have gotten luckier.

After grabbing a water from the fridge and a banana, I leave for the shelter, desiring to beat them there. When I reach FurEvermore Rescue, I head inside, wanting to talk to the staff quickly before Mrs. Potts and Chip arrive.

"Hi! Welcome in. I'm Amy," one of the workers greets me pleasantly, welcoming me over to the counter. "What brings you in today?"

"Hi. I am actually waiting for two more people to arrive. But I just wanted to start the process because I have no idea what it looks like …" I trail off, hoping she can pick up even a smidgen of what I'm saying.

She smiles. "Are you guys looking to adopt today?"

Nodding, I say, "Ideally, yes. My …"

What do I call Chip? My housemate? My roommate? Guilt tugs at my chest for the label popping into my mind. But I hope wherever Gavin is, he knows that no one can or will ever replace him. He will be my little brother forever, and I will always love him. In a way, I have two brothers—at least, it feels that way. Chip might not share any relation with me, but he's always felt like a little sibling, growing up.

So, I hope Gavin doesn't hate me when I call Chip, "My brother. He has autism and doesn't speak, so we kind of thought that a friend who can't talk might be the perfect companion. They can communicate in their own way."

She frowns kindly. "That's so beautiful. I'm sure we will have the perfect friend for your little brother. What's his name?"

Gavin.

"Chip—well, it's actually Charlie, but we call him Chip," I say.

"That's adorable," she sings, and I hear the door opening behind me, grabbing my attention.

Looking back, I find Mrs. Potts and Chip walking inside. He's beaming brighter than I've ever seen.

Widening my eyes, I smile. "Surprise! Are you excited?"

He nods relentlessly and claps his hands.

"He is very excited!" Mrs. Potts smiles.

"Awesome! Well, Chip, let's go find you a new friend!" The worker speaks directly to Chip.

We follow her back into an empty meet-and-greet room.

"All right, what kind of pet are we looking for? Dog? Cat? Big or small?" the worker asks.

Mrs. Potts glances at me, but I gesture my hand out, giving her the floor to decide .

"Probably something on the smaller side. Sometimes, Chip can get overwhelmed, and I think a smaller dog might be best," she answers and looks at me for reassurance.

I nod and agree, "Sounds great."

Leila and Mrs. Potts spend the next few minutes discussing Chip's personality traits and the ones they might be looking for in a dog. After a surprising number of questions, Leila tells us that she has the perfect little guy for us. She dismisses herself from the room and returns a few moments later with a furry friend in her arms.

"This is Rex. He's a Tibetan spaniel. He came to us about two months ago as a stray. We believe he had an owner because he was well cared for. But no one ever came to claim him. He's about three years old."

Rex is the perfect size, not too small and not too big. His floppy ears bounce as Leila lowers him to the ground and lets him off his leash.

"He's a super-friendly boy, and he loves to cuddle. Once you guys become friends, he will be attached at your hip," she informs us, and I can't believe that we haven't done this sooner.

Chip scoots from his chair to the floor, and Rex doesn't waste a second before beelining it straight into Chip's lap.

"Oh! They are fast friends!" Mrs. Potts giggles as Rex licks Chip's face.

Happiness blooms in my chest at the scene playing out in front of me, reminding me of the girl who's asleep in my bed at home—the one who makes me happier than I've ever been.

I bounce my knee up and down, and Mrs. Potts notices and smiles. She pulls out her phone and types rapidly, seconds before mine vibrates in my pocket.

Mrs. Potts: I think we've found the one. I'll take it from here. You should go home and fill Blair in on our newest member of the family.

For so many reasons today, my body is filling with joy. Mrs. Potts and Chip are my family, and seeing her say that in her message makes my heart swell. I'm not alone and never have been.

After saying goodbye to Mrs. Potts, Chip, and Rex, I head home to Blair. I just want to be near her, bathe in her presence. She has become such an important part of my life, and I'm tired of holding my feelings back from her. Life is too goddamn short.

As I walk into the house, I find Blair walking down the stairs in her pajamas with messy bedhead and sleepiness in her eyes.

My heart starts pounding in my chest with each step I take toward her. She means fucking everything to me. I'm falling so hard for her, and if she doesn't catch me, I think I might perish on the ground below.

"There you are. I was wondering where you went?—"

Cupping her face, I crash my lips into her, kissing her roughly and deeply. She parts her lips, and I take no time tasting her mouth with my tongue, breathing in the minty freshness. Her hands flatten on my chest as she kisses me back with the same intensity.

We pull away, breathing hard, and stare into each other's eyes .

"I'm never going to get enough of you," I whisper into her parted lips.

She smirks and bites down on her bottom lip. "Good. Now, kiss me again."

I claim her lips with mine, and we match every push and pull as we fight for control. Bending down, I hook my hands around her legs and lift her up, wrapping her around my waist without breaking our kiss.

Shifting her weight and locking her against me with an arm around her, I grab her cheek with my free hand, guiding our kiss until we're in sync. Fuck, I never want this to end.

"What were you coming downstairs for?" I murmur, blood rushing to my core.

"Just to see what you were doing. Why?" she asks, kissing me again after answering.

"Just checking before I carry you back upstairs," I groan and plunge my tongue back into her mouth.

Desperation doesn't come close to describing the way I need her.

"If that's okay with you," I whisper, getting her permission before taking a step forward.

She nods and sinks her tongue into my mouth before saying, "Yes, please ."

"I don't want to rush you," I counter.

Every part of my body hums with desire.

She giggles. "You have no idea how long I've even wanted to kiss you. This isn't a rush. I want this. I want you. "

Without another word, I press my lips to hers and carry her up every step, not stopping until I'm standing in front of my bed.

A deep and desperate gasp shudders past my lips as she runs her tongue up the side of my neck and nibbles on my earlobe.

I toss her backward onto the bed, and she shrieks, "Ahh!"

I tower over her, feeling like a man who has been starved for days. "You have no idea how long I've wanted you."

The way she's staring up at me, waiting for me to make a move, is driving me crazy.

"Come here," I growl, and she sits up on her knees.

Grabbing the hem of her top, I lift it up and over her head.

"Can I?" I ask her as I trail my fingertips down the sides of her perfect, full breasts.

Her head rolls back. "Please, dear God, yes, touch me."

Leaning down, I take one of her hardened nipples into my mouth, sucking on it and flicking my tongue over it repeatedly.

She moans softly, and my cock fights against the confines of my pants, begging to be set free. But it's not time yet. I want to focus on her right now.

Cupping her other breast, I massage it with my hand before pinching and rolling her nipple between my thumb and pointer finger. Her back arches as I run my tongue across her chest and take her other nipple into my mouth.

It's not enough. I need more of her, all of her.

"Lie back," I release her from my mouth and slide my hands down to the waistband of her bottoms and panties.

She lifts her hips for me, and I meet her lust-blown pupils and hold them as I slowly slide her clothes down over her hips and off her, leaving her completely bare before me.

Stepping back, I stand to my full height and look down at her, taking in every inch of her body. "You're so fucking beautiful."

She bites down on her bottom lip, grinning.

Quickly, I remove my sweatshirt, tossing it to the floor.

Gently, I grab onto her bent knees and spread her legs apart. "I want to see all of you. Open those legs for me, baby."

She does as I asked, and as she opens up to me, I push my pants to the floor. She's making me too fucking hard, and the constriction is killing me.

Her eyes widen as she watches my pants fall to the floor, and she wets her lips as she stares at my growing erection, still trapped in my boxers.

"I'm not going to fuck you right now, Blair," I tell her honestly. "I meant what I said. I'm not rushing this. I want to take my time and savor every moment."

She juts her bottom lip out, pouting. " Griffin ." She rolls her head back and looks at me with hooded eyes, her chest rising and falling with panting breaths.

"You can beg all you want. But it won't change anything," I tell her as I drop down onto one knee in front of the bed. "Don't worry though, my little prisoner; I'm still going to make you come. You'll just be wrapped around my face instead of my waist. "

It's the only warning I give her before I run my tongue up her core, tasting her sweet pussy.

"Ahh! Fuck!" she cries out.

Taking just the tip of my tongue, I circle it around her center, teasing her as I skip her clit every time.

" Griffin ." She says my name with pure frustration this time, wiggling her hips, desperate for any friction.

Surprisingly, her frustration gives me an idea.

"Stay right there. Don't move a muscle."

"Where are you going?" she whines.

I ignore her question, walk across the hall to her room, and go straight to her nightstand. I pull the drawer open, happy that my assumption of where she keeps her toy is correct. I grab her vibrator and stroll back into my room, nearly drooling from the image of her sprawled out on my bed.

I turn it on and glide it across her thigh as I kneel before her again. She jumps from the contact, then relaxes immediately once she realizes what it is.

Pressing the toy against the crease of her thigh, I give her what she wants, running my tongue up her center and sucking her clit into my mouth, and she calls out my name between moans. After a few moments of the most beautiful sounds leaving her lips, I pull away and run one of my fingers across her wetness before gliding it inside of her and gently adding another.

"God, you're so tight, baby," I groan, feeling her clench around my two fingers.

Sliding the toy up her thigh, I press it against her clit, feeling her jolt from the pleasure.

"Oh fuck! God, that feels so good!" she cries out.

I could come just by listening to her.

I pump my fingers in and out of her, syncing up with her gasping breaths, and within seconds, she is tightening around my fingers and begging for release.

"Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Don't stop!" she begs me, and I continue.

Fuck, you'd have to kill me to get me to stop.

"There you go, baby, just like that. You're doing so good."

My words are her undoing, and she rides my hand as she falls apart at every seam.

"Griffin! Oh! Oh my Gooood!" She pulses around my fingers, over and over, and when her breathing starts to calm, I pull the toy away from her center, granting her reprieve.

She lifts her head up and looks at me, and the darkest red I've seen colors her cheeks. "That. Was. Amazing."

Standing back up, I adjust my length, wanting nothing more than to free myself.

Her eyes widen as they fall to my hand. "Your turn."

She rises to her knees and crawls over to me, flipping her hair to one side of her head.

Fuck, I'm not going to last five seconds.

Her fingers hook into my boxers, and she tugs them down, letting my cock spring free. I moan as it bounces against her cheek, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

"Oh my God," she mumbles, her eyes bulging from her head as she takes me in.

I stay silent, unable to form a single thought, let alone a word .

She holds my stare as she licks her lips and wraps her fingers around me, pumping me torturously slow.

My eyes disappear into my head again, and my head falls back. "Fuuuck."

The wetness of her tongue swipes across my tip, and I nearly lose it. She sucks me into her mouth and continues to take me deeper and deeper.

"Blair," I whimper loudly, feeling pleasure course through my veins. Her mouth feels so goddamn good. "Hand me the toy."

She starts to pull away from my dick, and I miss her warmth for the second she's gone. She hands me the vibrator, and I turn it on, setting it on the bed.

This time, it's me who pulls away. "Flip over."

She flips onto her back, hanging her head slightly off of the bed, and opens her mouth with a smirk on her lips and a gleam in her eyes.

She guides me back into her mouth, and I step forward, sliding further down her throat. Grabbing the toy, I lean forward and press it against her center, her back arching immediately.

She moans with her mouth full, and it vibrates around me, sending a hot shiver up my back. My balls start to tighten, and I know I'm not going to last much longer. But I'm not letting myself come before her.

Fuck no .

I wet my fingers on her center before sliding them back inside of her, finding that perfect rhythm from before. I can feel her starting to clench around my fingers, and her moans quicken around my cock .

She moans faster and faster, and the moment I feel her come around my hand, I fly over the fucking edge.

"Fuck, baby, I'm coming," I groan and pull out of her mouth, ready to come on her chest, but she grabs me, sucking me back into her mouth as months of built-up desire finally find release. "Fuuuck!" I breathe through my moan as pleasure whips through me in waves.

Slowly, I pull my fingers from her, shut the toy off, and toss it onto the bed. She releases me from her lips, and as I pull her up as she swallows hard.

Cupping her face, she looks into my eyes, out of breath, with flushed cheeks. She's never been sexier.

"Be mine, Blair. Only mine."

Her eyes shimmer, and her lips tip up as she sits up taller. She hovers her mouth an inch from mine and whispers against my lips, "I already am."

I'm picking Blair up after class right now, and even though it's only been a few hours since I've seen her, my heart starts racing the second she walks into view in the parking lot and makes her way over.

I step out of my truck and walk over to her, meeting her halfway, grabbing her backpack, and slinging it over my shoulder.

Leaning down, I steal a quick kiss and throw my arm around her. "Hello, beautiful. How was class?"

"Ehh. Boring. We've been working on the same chapter for about two weeks now. Some of the students have been struggling, so the professor wants to review some stuff again before moving on," she fills me in. "How was your morning skate?"

I shrug. "Same as usual. Nothing exciting to report."

"That's good. Are you excited for the game tonight?" she asks, looking up at me.

I nod. "Yeah, it should be an easy win. We've crushed this team before, and they haven't been playing that great as of late."

She looks forward with that focused look on her face. "Yeah. I was digging into their stats in class. They've only won three games this season, and the wins were against the worst-ranked teams in your division. Their goalie save percentage is only seventy-six percent, which I found out is not good for a goalie, so as long as you guys get lots of shots in, you shouldn't have a problem. Eventually, you'll beat them."

I slam to a halt and stare at her with admiration and shock. "Umm, hello?"

She turns to me and laughs. "What?"

Reaching out, I poke her forehead. "So lifelike , but you must be a robot replacement of my girlfriend. Especially for someone who once told me that hockey was a bunch of oversize humans wearing blades on their feet and chasing after a ball."

Now, she's the one staring at me in shock. "Y-you called me your girlfriend."

"Are you not my girlfriend?" I ask her smoothly and intertwine my fingers with hers.

She looks down, smiling. "Yeah, I guess I am. "

Raising our connected hands, I guide her chin up. "You guess? Maybe you just need a little reminder."

Her cheeks burn, and she giggles.

Dropping her hand, I slide the palms of my hands along her jaw and tilt her head toward mine. She looks up at me, and her breath hitches.

Trailing my lips across her cheek, I plant a soft kiss before moving on to the other one. Once she melts into my hands, I slowly press my lips into hers and remind her exactly what we are. I slide my tongue along the seam of her lips, and she parts them. I take full advantage, tasting every inch of her mouth. But before I get too carried away, I pull back and kiss her forehead.

"Did that help?" I ask her, wiping her bottom lip with my thumb.

She nods, then shrugs, biting back a grin. "Ehh, maybe you should try again."

Grabbing her hand, I pull her along with me toward my truck. "Funny."

Opening the passenger door for her, I offer my hand to help her, but she stares me down while getting in on her own.

I laugh. So stubborn.

Closing the door behind her, I go around and get in on my side.

Reaching my hand into the back seat, I grab the gift box I've been dying to give her all day, a little something I put together. "This is for you."

"For me?" Her face falls, and she looks up at me with doe eyes.

Placing it in her lap, I say, "Yeah, of course. "

She looks down at the gift and then back up at me. "You didn't need to get me anything. I don't have anything for you."

Grinning, I chuckle. "That's why it's a surprise gift, not a gift exchange. It's nothing crazy, just open it."

She carefully lifts the lid and pulls the tissue paper back.

"Griffin!" She swoons and pulls out the Legends jersey with my name on the back.

"I thought you could wear it to the game this weekend," I mumble as she holds it up.

"I would love to!" She leans over the console, puckers her lips, and closes her eyes. "Thank you."

I give her a quick kiss before saying, "There's more."

"More?" she questions before looking back into the box and digging beneath more tissue paper to find the envelope I taped to the bottom. She grabs it and tears it out without looking inside. "Griffin, what is this? I don't want it."

She shoves the envelope at me, and I push it back.

"You don't even know what it is yet."

"I know that it's probably more than I can give back to you," she whispers and looks away.

"Hey." I slide my hand over hers. "I don't want anything back. I just want to see you smile. That's it, seriously ."

She looks up at me, and I can't resist taking in every tiny detail of her pretty face. She turns her focus back onto the little blue envelope and reaches inside, grabbing the slip of paper.

"Griffin, w-what is this?" she whispers .

"It's symbolic, really, because I'll send you the digital version. I just wanted you to be able to open it," I explain as she reads it.

She peers up at me, and I find her eyes welling with tears. "Is this to go visit my dad?"

Nodding, I quietly say, "Yeah. I know you miss him, so I thought that you could fly out and visit him for a few day?—"

She throws her arms around me and hugs me tightly. "Thank you."

Kissing her head, I say, "You're welcome."

Our home crowd goes insane, cheering for us as we take the ice for puck drop. I haven't seen Blair in her seat—at least since I snuck a peek at the crowd earlier. I take one last glance where she should be—on the glass and next to our bench.

My chest flutters when I see her. She's on her feet, screaming along with the rest of the crowd. Her eyes find mine immediately, and her lips tip into the biggest smile.

I take a mental snapshot, knowing that in this crowd of thousands, that girl— my girl —is smiling just for me.

She does a twirl, showing off her jersey that hangs down to the tops of her thighs. That's it. That's officially my favorite thing to see her in. I personally think she should wear it every damn day. Nothing is as attractive as her wearing my last name, like a sign to the world that she's mine.

The ref blows the whistle, and I force my attention on the game, setting up for puck drop. The second it's airborne, Asher kicks it to Elias, and we take off toward the net. Elias passes it to Malik, who dekes out the defender and flies down the empty lane, handling the puck with finesse. He slides it far left, and the goalie takes the bait, following his movement. But in one quick motion, Malik kicks the puck across the ice and backhands it right into the net between the goalie's leg and his blocker.

"That's what I'm talking about!" I shove Malik and shake his shoulders with praise.

We all cheer for Malik's early goal before skating to the bench to celebrate. Since we haven't been on the ice for very long, Coach keeps our line in, and we set back up at center ice.

Setting momentum is essential, and scoring off of the first possession says a lot about where we plan on taking the rest of the game.

They win the face-off, and I skate backward into their zone, watching the puck while simultaneously staying locked on to the player to my right.

He's given the puck, and I jab my stick at it and poke it away. But his teammate recovers it and throws it back up to the player near the blue line.

They pass it around, trying to make a play to collapse our defense, but they are unsuccessful, and we take possession. We strategically skate it out to the neutral zone and across the center line before chucking it across the rest of the ice toward their goal so we can change our lines up.

Our domination on the ice continues all the way into the middle of the third period. The score is four to zero. Their team is pissed off and just trying to start shit at this point to try to ruin our game.

"Psst, Hawthorne." One of their players tries to get my attention before the ref drops the puck, but I ignore him.

They gain possession and race toward the net, but I manage to stay between our goalie and them the entire time. The guy I'm glued to dumps the puck behind him and skates to my right.

Keeping an eye on him and the puck, I see their next move before it happens and line myself up to smash this guy into the boards.

Digging into the ice, their players send the puck his way, and he catches it on his stick. But it doesn't matter because I crash into him hard as hell and flatten him against the glass.

"Fuck!" the guy cries out as he falls to the ice.

One of their guys immediately rushes me and throws a punch, but I block it with my hand, a smile stretching across my lips. It was a clean hit—a big hit, but still clean.

"Too much of a pussy to fight back?" he chirps at me, but I just shake my head.

"You'll have to do better than that." I laugh and look at his jersey to find his number. Twelve .

He gets in my face, and my fists tingle, wanting to smack the stupid off of this guy's face. "I heard a rumor from a buddy of ours. Do you think you could get us a private dance with that tutor of you?—"

My hands are wrapped in his jersey, and I swing him around like a rag doll into the glass before he even finishes his last word.

Pressing my cage against his, I growl, each word hissing between my lips. "Say it again. See what happens."

He laughs as one of the linesmen skates over and pulls us apart.

"All right, guys, don't do anything stupid," he warns us as he skates between us.

"I'll leave that up to this guy. As long as he doesn't open his mouth, we'll both be on our best behavior," I inform him before skating away and resetting for the drop.

I glance over at Blair, and her brows are pinched and worried. I shake my head, letting her know I'm fine.

"Oh, is that her ?" number twelve, my newest enemy, asks as he skates up to me, positioning himself for the face-off.

"I'm only offering mercy because of her right now. But if you look at her again or so much as mention her"—I meet his gaze and watch his face falter when he sees the seriousness in mine—"I will make good on my word."

He shrugs and smiles. "Yeah, well, you can sure try."

The puck falls between the two players on the dot, and they fight to win the battle and get the puck to their teammates.

Number twelve skates in front of me and waves his glove at Blair, sealing his fate.

"What did I just fucking tell you?" I shout at him, and usually, I would say it's lucky for me that the puck glides onto his stick just now, but what I'm about to do to him won't be debated about for penalization.

I throw my stick to the ice and race after him, flicking my gloves to the ground and ripping off my helmet.

Shockingly, he finds the balls to do the same.

His words replay in my head like a rage-fueled mantra as I grab on to the collar of his jersey and smash my fist into his jaw. He grunts in pain, and I swing back, repeatedly landing hit after hit into his face. Pulling back, I drive my fist into his ribs, right between the pads.

He can't even maintain his balance, but I hold him up for the both of us.

Dipping into the pit of anger that always dwells in my chest, I release it, landing relentless blows into his face until red paints my knuckles.

"Do you have anything else to say?" I ask him as a ref steps in and tries to pry my hands off of him.

He stays quiet, and I smile from ear to ear and get in his face one last time. "Let this be a warning. Anyone who talks about her will be lucky if their biggest problem is picking their teeth off of the ice and not being carried out on a stretcher when I'm through with them. Do you understand me?"

He nods, and I release him. He stumbles but eventually catches himself.

I would feel bad, but in my defense, I gave him plenty of warnings not to go there. I told him exactly what would happen if he kept opening his mouth. He just decided to keep going. Now, he faced the consequences.

Malik skates beside me with a shit-eating grin, and I resist the urge to check on Blair. I don't want her to be scared of me or disappointed for taking that too far. But I had to set a precedent that she is off-limits. Word will spread, and if anyone else makes the same mistakes number twelve did tonight, they are a special kind of stupid or cocky enough to think they can beat me.

Malik smacks my ass with his stick and smirks. "I thought she was just your tutor ?"

Glaring at him, I shake my head before a smile breaks onto my lips. "Yeah, well, she's not. She's my girl. Simple as that."

Malik nods in approval and lifts his stick, pointing at something in the crowd. "Well, I'm happy for you, man. And apparently, so is she."

"What?" I ask as I follow Malik's stick to find Blair on her feet, cheering along with the crowd as they chant my nickname.

"Beeeast! Beeeast!"