“But she’s not for me.” Hooking a finger under her chin, I bring her gaze to mine. “It doesn’t bother me that you don’t know anything about hockey, or that you’ve never played any sports. We don’t need to have all the same interests to be compatible. Do you know what does matter to me, though?” I brush her golden waves over her shoulder, smiling at the Vipers beanie tucked over them, my number on the side even though she swore she’d never be caught dead in sportswear. “That I’m extremely hot and funny?” she guesses. “That you spent the last three weeks having your best friend teach you how to
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