All at once though, Thor pulled back and rolled off me, panting. I made to pounce on him, but he kept me at bay with a firm palm on my chest. He shot me a lopsided grin. “You have to go,” he said. Go? No, obviously what I had to do was quit hockey and drop out of school so I could spend the rest of my life in this bed. “Huh?” Thor pushed against me. “You told me your team bus leaves at seven.” “Finding it difficult to care,” I told him, dodging his hand and lowering my lips to his neck.
