“I want to know you.” I brush a strand of hair off her flushed skin. “You already do. Sometimes I think you know what I’ll say or do better than I do.” She yawns but covers it with a hand and then smiles sleepily before she asks, “When you’re done playing hockey, what will you do?” “I’ll be a grumpy, retired hockey player.” She giggles. Fuck I love that sound. I shoot her a sly smile. “It’s the only thing I ever wanted.”
