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Nothing gets your blood going and heart racing more than playoffs hockey.
First and foremost—be confident. Second—be spontaneous. Third—the only opinion that matters is your own.
“I offered to throw a red blanket on the sofa in my common room and take some pictures, but he said you’d consider that cheating and deprive him of your love.”
“Well. Um. The thing is…” I inhale, then continue with rapid fire speed. “Imnotahockeyfan.”
Now I shrug. “I don’t mind it as background noise—” “Background noise?”
“You couldn’t have told me this before I asked you out? What are we even doing here, Grace? I can never marry you now—it would be blasphemous.”
His twitching lips make it clear that he’s joking, and the laughter I’ve been fighting spills over. “Hey, don’t go canceling the wedding just yet. The success rate for inter-sport marriages is a lot higher than you think. We could be a Pats-Bruins family.” I pause. “But no Celtics. I hate basketball.”
“My friends call me John sometimes, but only my family calls me Johnny.” His gaze burns with intensity. “I liked it.”
I won’t go as far as to say she’s mine, but…well, she’s mine. Mine to hold and mine to kiss and mine to laugh with.
One, I’ve never had more fun with a girl in my entire life. Two, I never want this to end. And three… I think I might be falling in love with her.
“And just in case my reaction to your idiocy didn’t make it clear where I stand with us, then let me spell it out for you.” I whirl around to scowl at him. “I love you, you stupid jackass.”
