Page 230 of Skate the Line

Her head jerks over her shoulder, and our eyes snag. I grin, and she presses her lips together to hide a smile.

“You already have one,” she notes.

I snort. “I’m well-aware. And thank God for that or else I never would’ve met you.”

Fate has a way, though. Sunny belongs to me, and I would’ve found her one way or another.

“I’ll give you a baby, Solnushka.”

Sunny’s white teeth sink into her bottom lip, and I want to kiss her so bad.

“But first you’ve gotta marry me,” I add.

I wink at her, and a blush blossoms over her cheeks.

I expect a flirty eye roll or something to that extent, but as always, she surprises me.

“Okay, Oscar.” She smiles, and my entire world lights up. “I’ll marry you.”

I’m crazy in love with her, and having her in my arms after hearing those words has me skating the line yet again withTangledon in the background and two happy little girls in their sleeping bags, paying us no mind. I stare at her lips, and desire flows through my veins.

Sunny smacks my hand when I start to rub circles against the little bit of skin peeking out from below her shirt. “Knock it off,” she warns.

I smirk.Fine.

“Zhena,” I mutter the wordwifein Russian when she turns back around to watch the movie.

Before she relaxes back against me, I hear her faint whisper. “Muzh.”

Husband.

My chest swells.

Sunny Volkova, I think to myself.

What a perfect name.

The End

Bonus Scene

ONE YEAR LATER

RHODES

I glance at Sunny from across the loft turned art studio and watch her hard at work. With Ellie spending the night at her friend Jacie’s house,for a change, it’s just Sunny and me. All alone. In this big, empty house.

It isn’t often that we get to have a date night without Ellie tagging along. Usually,we wait until she’s fast asleep and then spend time together… inourbed. But tonight, we had free reign of the house and what better time than now for Sunny to teach me how to use the fancy pottery wheel she recently got?

My girl is an artist. Always creating.

It’s fascinating to watch.

She gets lost while painting, sculpting, molding, all of it. And I want to get lost with her.

“You’re staring again.”She muses through a smile.

I don’t deny it.

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