“Am I an adequate partner?” he asks with a smile after setting me back down.
“Better than adequate,” I say. “Mildly above average.”
He blanches. “Hey!” he cries, laughter breaking through the false outrage.
We keep laughing as my hand finds his again, and we skate around at a leisurely pace, just enjoying being together.
I’ve found that just being with Hunter, wherever we are, is my favorite thing in the world. And there’s a voice in my head and in my heart telling me with a certainty that I’ll never stop feeling that way.
“We should probably get back to our room to pack up,” I say, reluctantly.
“Yeah,” Hunter sighs. “Any other moves you wanna do before we go?” His eyebrows are wiggling.
“Do you have penalty box sex in mind?” I ask, admonishingly.
He grins slyly. “Maybe.”
I lightly punch him in the chest. “Not this time.”
His eyes light with excitement. “So next time, then?”
“You’re the worst,” I say on a laugh.
His thick, muscled arms wrap around my waist and pull me close to him. “And you’re the best.”
“So sappy,” I say, smiling.
“You love it.”
“I do. And I love you.”
“I love you, too, Pheebs.”
He kisses me in a way that tells me that will always be true; and I kiss him back just the same.