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Thirty-Three

Nova

The wind ison my cheeks.

The ice is bumpy below my skates.

But—“I’m doing it!” I navigate the turn, the little dip that’s almost taken me out a few times. “I’m freaking doing it!”

The last word leaves my mouth at the same time I look up…

And see Lake right in front of me.

Rightin front of me.

I see his mouth move in a curse, see him try to get out of my way.

Too late.

We collide.

Or more like, I bounce off his hard chest, fall backward—

“Oof,” I grunt as his arm bands around me, dragging me against him, stopping me from falling straight over and cracking my head on the ice.

But not stopping himself.

“Shit,” he mutters, feet sliding out from beneath him. He tries to release me, but ends up taking me down too, and I land on top of him, makinghimgrunt this time.

“Sorry,” I say, trying to push on his chest, trying to get off him.

“Fuck,”he groans.

Damn. I know it can’t be comfortable with all my limbs jabbing him in the stomach. I scramble to get my feet beneath me. “Shit, I’m sorry, honey, I—”

“Fuck,” he says again, but this time it’s paired with his hand diving into my hair, knocking my beanie from my head, tugging me more fully over him. “As infuck,you are so goddamnedbeautiful.”

And then he kisses me.

And then…it’s like what happened in the kitchen.

One spark…and flames.

I don’t feel the cold ice seeping into my knees. I don’t feel the wind whipping at my hair. I don’t feel anything but this man beneath me and touching me and kissing me.

The ice can give way.

Snow can bury us.

And I will still be kissing this man.

He rolls us, pressing me into the surface of the pond, our hips aligning, grinding together, all while his tongue is fucking my mouth.

No mercy. No quarter.

This man can kiss.

This man canfuck.

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