The air turns thick between us; my nose begins to itch and my eyes burn.
I don’t want to cry.
I want to feel anything but sadness and grief.
His lips part, and I hold my breath, more than ready for the deep rasp of his voice to flow over me. But his words never come. Instead, he wraps his hand around the back of my neck, dragging me forward until our skates and mouths simultaneously collide.
His scent surrounds me as his lips part and his tongue sweeps into my mouth.
Reaching for him, I twist my fingers in his dress shirt.
He came straight from the airport.
He knew I needed him, and he came.
A sob bubbles up, but he catches it. His free arm bands around my back, pinning me against him as our kiss continues.
We’re right in the middle of the rink. Anyone could see us.
Dad could walk in at any moment.
But I don’t care.
The only person I care about in this moment is Kodie.
My Kodie.
My everything.
“You scared the shit out of me,” he confesses when he finally breaks our kiss, resting his brow against mine as we fight to catch our breaths.
I blink, trying to force my brain into action.
“I came to your apartment. But you weren’t there.”
“I-I’m sorry.”
“Baby,” he whispers, cupping my cheek tenderly.
I smile up at him, my eyes glassy with the tears I don’t want to shed.
“What do you need?” he asks, studying me closely. “Want to get out of here or?—”
“Want to play with you,” I blurt, cutting him off.
“Well,” he teases. “I’m never one to say no, but I think we might need to find somewhere more private first.”
I laugh, and fuck, does it feel good. Gently slapping his chest, I say, “That’s not what I meant and you know it.”
“Do I?” he asks, wiggling his brows. “I know how much you like playing with me.”
“Have you got something to change into?”
He looks down at himself as if he’s only just remembering he’s wearing suit slacks and a shirt.
“You okay to keep practicing for ten minutes?”
“Yeah, although I must warn you, that’ll give me an unfair advantage.”
