He puts his tongue in his cheek and drops his stick, while I raise my arms in the air and celebrate. But the second I hear him skating after me, I squeal. There’s nothing I can do to get away from him. He grabs me, and the stick falls to the ground as he lifts me up. When he places me back on the ice, I spin around to face him, smiling proudly. “I scored!” His eyes move across my face, and he puts his hands on my cheeks. “So did I.”
