We can hang out, whatever you want, really. I just want to be with you..” “So you want to go on dates?” “If you do, yeah.” The table is jiggling like there’s a low-level earthquake happening under it. For as cocky as he is in the bedroom and on the ice, he’s definitely unsure of himself off of it. “We can go on more dates.” “Yeah?” His eyes light up, and my heart clenches.
