“Well, Seattle Girl?” Jake said with a wide grin, his face wet with sweat. “How’d you like your first NHL game?” “You were amazing, Jake. Really incredible,” I say, smiling up at him. He leans in, his body twice as large as usual in his full kit. “Fuck—god, I wanna kiss you so bad right now.” I lean away with a laugh. “Fat chance, 42. You smell like a half-dead badger.” “You looked gorgeous tonight, baby.” “Uh-huh.” I’m trying to stop my stupid stomach from fluttering. “What’s it gonna take to get you to wear my jersey to a game?” he asks, eyes scanning my Rays polo. “Of course, you’ll have to
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