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“Hi.” I’m interrupted before I can reply to Iclyn. I didn’t get to know her as well as I’d have liked before she left for Cocovia, but I do miss her. We always had fun whenever she had the time to attend a doga class.

I drop my phone on the table, startled, and look up into the gorgeous pale-amber eyes of the skate attendant.

“Hi. Quilo, right?” Lust shoots through me like a bolt of lightning, so strong I’m sure he can sense it. If he does, he doesn’t let it show on his face though, so kudos to him. I, however, am a molten mess just looking at him.

“Yep. I just came over to see if the birthday girl wanted that skate. I’m licensed to do lifts.” He winks at Ade and she squeals in excitement, then mashes the rest of the cake into her mouth and swallows it down with the final glug of her drink.

“Can I, Mama?”

“Sure, baby. But—”

“I know, I know, I’ll be careful!” She grabs her skates and pulls them on, attempting to lace them up before getting to her feet and taking Quilo’s outstretched hand. I quickly check her laces are tight enough—they’re not—and then tie them for her, before following suit, not prepared to let my daughter go off alone with a total stranger, even if he works here and I totally want to jump his bones.

What. The. Actual. Fuck?!

Once I’m ready, Quilo clears away our empty tray and cups, and takes Ade’s hand to help her across the rubber matting to the rink. It’s actually quite sweet. I wish he’d take my hand. I sigh wistfully, catch myself, and shake my head. I’ve got issues. I am not interested in dating anyone, no matter how good they...oh my, he does smell good.

It’s like all of my senses have been heightened, just by being near him, and when his hand brushes against mine...well. I’m surprised the ice doesn’t melt as I combust.

He helps Ade onto the ice and then turns back to me, holding out his hand like a Disney prince or something. Only, Disney princes never look like him in the movies. Maybe if they did, I’d enjoy them more? He waits patiently for me to take his hand and when I do, my legs actually tremble. I need a drink. Or a lie down or something. Preferably with him.

Gah! What is wrong with me?

Maybe the server put too much caffeine in my mocha? That has to be the reason why I feel like I’m suddenly seeing everything in super ultra 69k HD or whatever number they’re up to by now. Wow. I’m fucked.

69...hehe.

So fucked.

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