“I had this all planned out in my head, you know.” “Oh? How did it go in your head?” “We’d have a great time on the ice together. And every time you’d smile”—he bites his lip—“it would give me an emotional boner.” I bark out a laugh and shove his chest, but he captures my hand in his. “What the hell is an emotional boner?” “It’s a real thing. It’s how I feel every time I make you smile or laugh. Like my emotions are all excited and can’t be contained.”
