“Pretty girl,” I breathe. I kiss her again, long and slow, enjoying the weight of her against my chest. “Feeling more relaxed?” she asks. “I feel like I could go out on the ice tomorrow and get a hat trick.” “Good. I’ve wanted that for ages, so thank you.” She snuggles even closer. “Is it okay if I . . .” I wrap my arm over her middle. “You’re not leaving right now.” “Oh, no?” she says teasingly. “Not when we have The Return of the King to get to, finally.”
