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She lifts off me and climbs out of the window seat. I don’t dare look at my groin. And thankfully, Aurora doesn’t comment about it, either.
“Want to grab a shower?” I ask.
“Can I take one with you?”
I laugh, picking her up, letting her legs dangle over my arms. “Like there was another option.”
She kisses me all the way to the bathroom.
ChapterTwenty-Two
Aurora
“It hit me straight in the forehead,” Tate says, mimicking getting smacked in the face with a hockey puck. “That was the last day I got on the ice.”
I laugh at the look of horror on his face as he relives the memory.
“It traumatized you, didn’t it?” I ask.
“Have you ever been hit in the face with something hard and …” He smirks. “Never mind.”
I elbow him in the stomach, making him chuckle.
We’ve been tucked away naked in his bedroom for hours. I left once to pee. He left one time to grab water and pie for us. Otherwise, Wednesday faded into Thursday with a soundtrack of our laughter.
My leg drapes over Tate’s. His hand rests on my thigh, gently stroking it back and forth. I’m not sure he even realizes he’s doing it at this point.
And I love it.
“Can’t be too mad at hockey, though,” he says. “It brought me to you.”
I slide my fork into the pie we’ve so carefully positioned on a pillow between us. “What are you going to do if Charlie comes back?”
It’s a thought that’s run through my mind a few times tonight during our haphazard conversations.Will he go back to traveling? Work out of another office? Stay at the Raptors?
“What would you like me to do?” he asks.
“It’s not really my choice.”
“Maybe it’s not ultimately your choice, but you have a say in the matter.”
I look at him, both brows lifted. “This is business. Your family counts on you. What I think doesn’t matter.”
He falls deeper into the pillows and shakes his head as if something I said amuses and frustrates him at the same time.
“What?” I ask, shoving the bite of pie in my mouth.
“Nothing.”
“No,what?”
“You don’t want to hear it,” he says, staring at the ceiling.
“I don’t want to hear half of the things you say, but I listen.”
He turns to me, dropping his jaw for my benefit.
I laugh. “Really. Tell me what you were thinking.”
