Page 54 of Break The Ice

It’s incredible.

I could do this forever with him.

I pull away and reach for the alcohol, pouring some into his mouth and then mine.

He kisses up my chest. I tilt my head back, one arm around him. He groans and pulls away.

“We should stop?”

“We should?”

We both look at each other and break out into giggles. I’m drunk, and the room is spinning. Kit’s eyes are unfocused, and he’s weaving. I try to stand up, but end up falling sideways and face planting on the couch.

Nice.

I start laughing.

CRACK!

I yelp and explode into helpless giggles as Kit caresses the curve of my ass.

“You have the best ass.”

“That hurt!”

“You loved it,” Kit says and grabs the bottle. He tries to stand up but trips over and ends up lying on the ground, laughing.

I slide off the couch and take the bottle, putting it back on the coffee table.

Kit blinks at me, and his eyes fill with a strange warmth.

“You should stay.”

I stare at him, wishing he would take the words back because it's mean. I want to give him an answer that will make him smile.

“I can stay for a while.” I reach out and pick up the envelopes that are sitting on the coffee table. “What are these?”

But Kit doesn’t answer. He just rolls into me and lets out a sleepy little sound that has me forgetting all about the strange, empty envelopes. I reach out, stroking his cheek. He’s so much more than he appears, and I want to know all of him.

I stroke his hair and look up at the ceiling. It offers me no answers but helps to unlock the door on my memories, slamming in a million unwanted images that only leave me feeling more alone than ever.

You should stay.

I wish I could. I really, really wish that it were possible.

The room spins a little, so I close my eyes, curling up in Kit’s arms on the lounge room floor.

My last thought is that I really like Drunk Yoga.

Chapter thirteen

Raider

Coach Smith steps intomy path just before I step onto the ice. First, there is the confusion, and then the dawning realisation that I think I know what he is doing, but there’s just no way, right? Instead, his lips turn down, and he can’t quite meet my eyes.

“You can’t go out and practice.”

I stare at him because his words just don’t make sense.

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