Page 143 of The Pucking Date
Just us.
Finn shifts to my side and bumps my shoulder with his. “So,” he says, voice low, “you impressed yet?”
I glance at him, pretending to think. “You’re on thin ice, O’Reilly.”
He winks. “Iamthe ice.”
I laugh, full and unfiltered. “You had me at the stupid grin and the chocolate torte. Remember?”
He spins in front of me, skating backward now, arms open. “That’s not a no.”
I coast right into him, placing my hands on his chest. “It’s a forever.”
He leans down and kisses me, slow and sure andhome.
And we just…glide.
One more loop. Then another. Hand in hand.
A family waiting for us back home. A life we built from a tangle of mistakes, timing, and pure, stubborn magic. But right now, it’s just us. Back on the ice.
Back where it all began.
THE END
