Page 56 of On Thin Ice
Dom: Nah, I see them all the time. I want to watch a movie with you.
I couldn’t stop my smile.
Ally: Okay.
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Dom: Did you watchRed Noticeyet? Action and comedy.
Ally: I haven’t. But that’s the one with Ryan Reynolds, right? I’m always up for him.
Dom: I’m hotter.
I giggled. We’d been doing multiple movie nights a week. It was fun and relaxing. We’d chat, share what our movie snack of the night was, and comment on what was going on.
Dom: I just got out of the shower, so we could start soon. Don’t want you falling asleep before it’s over.
I would not think about him potentially being in a towel right now.
Dom: Want to FaceTime?
Please be dressed. Please be dressed.
Stupid pregnancy hormones.
Ally: Sure. And I promise not to tell you what’s going to happen in the movie.
He found my educated guesses annoying. It wasn’t my fault that I figured out the plot before he did.
Then, my screen buzzed with his incoming call. I tapped on it, and his stupidly beautiful face and full smile stopped my breath for a second.
“Hi there,” he said.
“Hi. I have my snacks ready,” I said, holding up my plain M&M’s. Why did I currently feel awkward? At least he had a shirt on.
“How was practice today?”
“How’s our baby doing today?”
We asked the questions at the same time, and I laughed softly.
“She’s good. I’m a bit achy, but my feet are up,” I said.
“You could be here with me massaging them,” he said.
I sighed. “Dom.”
“Okay, okay. No pushy talk tonight. And practice was good. Kicked Haldy’s ass in a skating drill. Can’t let the kid think he’s faster than me.”
I laughed. “Wouldn’t want anyone to think you’re slowing down in your old age.”
“You bite your tongue. I’m only twenty-five. You’re older than me.”
“By a year. That’s nothing.”
We teased each other a bit more. There was an ease that I loved in our conversations. Then we turned on the movie and I got distracted by Dom’s smile instead of focusing on Ryan on the screen.
I could go for a foot massage right now.
