Page 67 of Pucks and Coffee

His statement thrills me, but before I jump him, I look out at the crowd. I notice some people turning away as they simultaneously lean in closer, and I roll my eyes. Great, now I’m being all self-conscious and thinking everyone is talking about us. I shake my head to make that thought go away as I lean into Coleson, loving his heat and the way he holds me so close. If I can’t convince him to ignore everyone with my words, I’ll do it with my actions. No one matters but him.

Before I can kiss him again, I notice Elliot off to the side, laughing with a really tall, very sexy guy. I arch a brow.

“What?” he asks. “Does my breath stink?”

I snort. “No, dork, but who’s that Elliot is talking to?”

Coleson follows my gaze. “Our goalie, Alejandro Cruz.”

“They’re close.”

He shrugs. “Eh, not really.”

But then Elliot smacks Cruz’s arm, and he pulls her in. She pushes him away, and Coleson laughs. “Okay, maybe they are.”

“I’ll have to ask her tomorrow.”

“He’s a dumbass but a damn good dude.”

“Elliot wouldn’t put up with anything less.”

“True,” he agrees, stroking his thumb along my hip bone. When “Lose Control” by Teddy Swims comes on, I grin. “Oh, I love this song.”

“It’s a good one,” he agrees as he leans into me, his lips moving against my temple, and I almost think he’s singing along.

“Do you dance?”

“No.”

“Oh.”

Not even a beat later, he says, “But I would if you wanted to.”

I side-eye him, grinning widely. “Will you dance with me, Husband?”

“I would love nothing more.” He leans in, and against my lips, he adds, “My wife.”

My heart pounds in my chest as he leads me out onto the floor, where some couples are already dancing, and I hate the space between us. I hold his shoulders as he holds my hips, and I can’t help but laugh. “We look very middle school right now.”

He snorts. “We do, so let me change that.” He pulls me flush against him and wraps his arms around my middle, trapping mine between us. He rests his forehead against mine, and I grin up at him. We sway to the music, and it thrills me to know he is singing. It’s not loud enough for anyone else to make out, but I can hear it, and his smooth voice turns me to putty. As he holds me close, he kisses my temple and whispers, “Thank you for coming with me.”

“Always.”

I feel him still, but I refuse to feel guilty about that. I asked him to try, and I have no intention of not trying myself.

“I have a feeling you mean that.”

I tilt my head back to meet his gaze. “I mean everything I say.”

“I know,” he says softly. “It’s one of my favorite things about you.”

I give him a small smile. “Wanna know one of mine? About you?”

He grins, those damn dimples making my belly flip-flop. “Tell me.”

“Your dimples. They literally make my day brighter.”

Coleson’s smile widens, and the dimples deepen. “No one has ever said that to me.”

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