Page 74 of Body Shot

No doubt about that.

“Good morning.” He leans over and kisses me, putting the mugs on the nightstand.

“Good morning.” I smile. “I wondered where you were.”

“I figured I’d bring us coffee, so we can stay in bed longer. Looks like it’s going to rain most of the day.”

“I can’t think of a better reason to stay in bed.”

“I don’t think we need areasonto stay in bed, but if it gives us an excuse, I’m all for it.” He looks toward the coffee. “I don’tthink we’ve had breakfast together before so I’m not sure how you like your coffee.”

“Lots of cream and sugar. I’m a bit of a princess.”

“I’m not sure there’s a correlation there,” he says, frowning. “Because if there is, then I’m a princess also.”

I laugh. “I want to see you in a tiara.”

“You’re going to have to get me drunk first.”

“Challenge accepted.”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “Try my coffee—if you like it, you can have it and I’ll go fix the other one. If not, tell me how to make it right.”

I reach for the mug and take a sip.

Somehow, I already know it’s going to be perfect—and it is.

“Yup. Just the way I like it.”

He nods, like he was expecting it to be correct too. “Be right back.”

He takes the cup containing the black coffee and disappears again, coming back a couple of minutes later, and locking the door behind him.

“Is Felix home?” I ask.

He nods, getting into bed next to me. “But I haven’t seen him yet. We like to sleep in the off-season.”

“I love to sleep. I used to schedule my classes late in the day or at night so I could sleep in. Working a real job is going to be a big change for me.”

“The start of hockey season is always hard,” he says. “We have practices and meetings and stuff. Not to mention travel. And I have to be up early enough to eat something, so I have the fuel I need for practice.”

“I’m sure hockey season is rough on your body in general.”

“It is. But I love it, you know? It’s all I’ve ever wanted to do. The minute I get on the ice, I forget about everything else.”

“I can’t wait to go to a game,” I say.

“I’ll make sure to get you tickets when we play in Philly, in case you want to bring a friend or your parents.”

“My dad will love it, and Mom will probably go just because she’ll want to meet you.”

“I want to meet your parents too. Mine will be here for Christmas, so we’ll have to figure that out.”

“You, uh, you want me to come for Christmas?” I ask, peering at him over the rim of my cup.

“If you want to. I understand if you’d rather stay with your family, and you may not have time off with a new job, but we can try to squeeze in a few days.”

“Actually, after the ninety-day probationary period, I have unlimited vacation.”

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