“You could do something … else.” He stares at me expectantly. “Something that we’d both enjoy.” I scoop another spoonful of ice cream into my mouth slowly. Kole catches on to what I’m doing. “Not gonna happen, big guy. You aren’t my type.” “Your staring would suggest otherwise.” “Oh, you’re hot, and I think we’ve already established I know it and you know it, but geez, all you hockey players can talk about is hockey, and I get enough of that at home.” “For what I had in mind, there wouldn’t be any talking at all.”
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