Icebreaker

Can she not just be very talented? And not be sucking someone’s dick?

Looking at her makes me want to be the funniest guy in the room, so I can be the one to make her laugh

“Make me.”

“Your choice.”

“Stop overthinking and fuck me. It’s not that serious.”

“I’m jealous because I want you all to myself, Stassie, and I’m jealous of any guy you freely give your attention to. I’m even jealous of Henry, for fuck’s sake, and I love that kid.”

“I’m already amazed by you, Anastasia,” he says, winking. With that, he steps around me and heads over to the booth.

She’s fucking mesmerizing. I’ve been on the ice since before I can remember, and I’ve never, ever moved the way she is moving right now. She doesn’t even look like she’s skating, she looks like she’s floating; I can’t take my eyes off her.

I don’t know whether it’s the proximity, the sheer adrenaline, or the tequila, but every rational thought disappears, and I crush my mouth against his.

“I could give you a map to my G-spot, and you still wouldn’t be able to get me off, Hawkins.”

“You don’t have to like me to scream my name, Anastasia.”