“What are you doing?” “Skating,” I say innocently, just to piss him off. A muscle ticks in his jaw, and I give myself a point. “Is that allowed?” “This is my rink. We’re going by my rules.” “Funny. I didn’t see your name on the building, hot shot.” “All I heard in that sentence was hot.” “How do you plan on skating with that inflated head of yours?” “I’m captain.” “Congratulations. Since you like to tell people what to do, what do you have planned for the next hour? Are you going to waterboard me?” There’s that dimple in his right cheek, and I hate the fucking thing. “Sounds kind of fun. Is
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lol love the banter
