Page 91 of Pucking Rebound

I’m hopeful I might find that for myself one day.

Jordy:

Do you have any plans for after the game?

Me:

Nope. The plan is to bring in the new year and set my goals and intentions with the present you gave me and have an early night. I love my Christmas present. Thank you, Jordy.

I lift the clear, shimmering bauble he gave me to open on Christmas Day, cradling it in my hand once more. The iridescent ornament gently splits in two, revealing tiny scrolls of paper inside—ready to hold my hopes and dreams for the year ahead.I admire how the fairy lights from the tree dance across its surface, making the silver clasp sparkle like a diamond. It’s beautiful, one of the most meaningful gifts I’ve ever received.

Jordy:

You’re welcome.

Me:

I feel bad because I didn’t get you anything.

Jordy:

I don’t need anything. Spending New Year’s Eve with you would be my wish… more nights with you would be a dream come true. Holding hands with you in public might be another. Kissing you rink side would be one, but that’s a wish that will remain unfulfilled.

Me:

Do you mean that?

Jordy:

Every word, baby. Will you spend New Year’s with me?

Kissing me rink side would be one of his wishes.

A nervous giggle bubbles in my chest, and I twirl a lock of hair around my finger, feeling the heat grow between my thighs, butterflies dancing in my stomach.

A girl can dream.

Me:

I accept your invitation.

I’d spend every day with him if I could.

Jordy:

Really?

Me:

Yes.

Jordy:

I’ll see you at the game, then you can let yourself into my apartment afterward.

Me:

I’ll bring the champagne.

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