“Hm.” I throw caution to the wind, pushing up on my toes and brushing my lips gently against his in something that can barely be called a kiss but lights me up inside all the same. “Go win your game, and we’ll talk all about it.” “Okay,” he sighs against my lips. I step back, beaming at him before I land a hard slap on his ass. “Get out there, Cupcake. I’ll be watching.” The heat in his eyes as he leaves me could melt the entire rink.
