Turning to look at the ice, a fire ignites in my chest. I feel fierce. Like I could pull my skates on and dance my way to gold at the world championships right now.
“I want to do this again.”
“What, right now?” He blinks at me. “I mean, gimme ten and I’ll be ready to?—”
“Not right now, puck-head. But it’d be nice to take the edge off now and then, if you’re interested.”
He scratches his beard for a moment, pretending to think about the offer. “Will it gain me time on the ice?”
“Aww.” I stroke his cheek affectionately before giving him a light, playful slap. “I’m giving you access to my pussy. If you think you’ll be able to get on my rink as well, you’re as delusional as your precious little puck bunnies.”
He grins down at me. “Bet.”