Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9281 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 46(@200wpm)___ 37(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
My chest feels lighter.
My heart feels fizzy.
My mind is happy.
“You have?” she asks, like that’s hard to believe, but like she wants to believe it too.
I nod against her, then kiss the back of her neck, her shoulder, her hair. She shivers as I travel along her skin. “I think I’ve been into you for years, and it took that kiss under the mistletoe to make me realize you’re the one I’ve been wanting to ask out for a long time.”
I should be scared to tell her this. I should be freaking out over what this means. But I’m not. I’m just not.
It’s too right having her in my arms like this, curled up with me.
She lets out a long, contented sigh.
I think.
I hope.
Then she turns around, facing me. “It’s weird, isn’t it?”
I tense. Wait. What? “What’s weird?”
She smiles. “Falling for your friend.”
I laugh and all the tightness vanishes. I kiss her again. “It sure is,” I say, then I yawn. “By the way, I’m spending the night.”
She laughs. “I figured.”
“Good. But put that Krampus snow globe away. Don’t want to look at him when I wake up.”
“Hmm,” she says, sounding pensive. “If you give me a toe-curling, sheet-grabbing orgasm when we wake up, I’ll hide that snow globe.”
“Deal,” I say, then I kiss my best friend goodnight. Pretty sure she’s more than my friend though.
She’s all mine.
A few nights later, I’m in the zone. On the rink, chasing a puck down the ice, the opponent’s net in my crosshairs.
Nothing can stop me, and when I’m there, I slap that puck hard right between the goalie’s legs.
I thrust my arms in the air.
And when the game ends and we win, I skate over to the tunnel, and she walks over from the stands. And I kiss the girl who’s wearing my jersey—my best friend—in front of everyone.