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He laughs, and I can’t help but join him through my full body shivers.
“She does really like rich guys…” I mumble.
He puts an arm around my waist and pulls me into his chest, then wraps his other one around my upper back to envelope me in a hug. His warmth soaks into me, releasing the tension in some of my muscles.
For the first time since entering the hotel, I can breathe.
Then I feel something press against the crown of my skull. His lips.
It’s the first time they’ve come near me since the day at his house. I’ve thought about it. A lot. Way too much to be healthy. I’ve obsessed over his words. Hispromises. Fantasized about every single thing he said he wanted to do to me.
“It’s okay to not be okay,” he says softly.
I swallow. “I know.”
“It’s okay to be mad.”
I nod against his chest.
“I’m sorry, honey.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath, smelling nothing but him. It’s relaxing to me, so I let myself live in the moment for a second or two longer before pulling away.
“Family sucks,” I tell him.
This time, he’s the one who nods.
“I can’t believe I married that guy,” I grumble, frowning at my poor choices. But I was young and in love and blah blah blah.
“Me neither,” he agrees, earning a passive look from me that he chuckles at. “Do you want to get dinner?”
My mouth twitches. “I don’t know if I’m in the mood for a date right now, Bodhi. I’m sorry, I—”
“Just dinner,” he reassures. “It’ll be two people having conversation about anything other than what happened today. We can talk about your favorite topic instead.”
My brows pinch.
“Hockey.”
“Pretty sure that’s yours. Maybe I’ll throw in some slang terms so you can be as confused as I am when I have to deal with the team’s social media.”
His smile grows as he takes my hand and starts leading me down the street.
“By the way,” I add, “did you know that a majority of the team’s fanbase thinks you’re a FILF?”
He doesn’t need me to explain what that is.
With a grin, he asks, “Doyou?”
Considering where his hand was not that long ago, I think we both know the answer to that question already.
CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
Honor
Dinner turned intodinner and a movie that was so cringeworthy I couldn’t help but laugh. It melted any ill feelings over my interaction with Mom and Max and let me actually enjoy being out. Which then turned into another movie night the next week, with dinner right before that, that wasalsonot a date according to Bodhi.
The team wins their next two game and loses one over the few weeks that follow. Bodhi and I usually wind up ditching the team to have a celebratory dinner one-on-one (with Puck, of course) that I always wonder is finally going to be “the date” he asked me on.
