“You are much better at social things than I am.”
Mateo grins. “You are pretty horrible at them sometimes.”
My jaw drops, and Mateo bursts into giggles. I join him.
I do not kiss him, even though he is beautiful, even though he is mine, even though all I want is to press my lips against his sweet, pink, succulent ones.
Instead, I watch him laugh, and my whole heart swells.
Maybe it’s for the best. I have never kissed a man before, and I do not want to do it wrong. It is not like I have much practice kissing women either.
“Who called you?” I ask.
“Oh. That was Daniela. She’s the VP for Team Operations. You’ll be able to return to the ice six weeks after you recover your memory. In the meantime, you’re welcome to use the gym there to train.”
“That’s nice.”
“You look terrified.”
“I have to have my first day of work all over again.”
“You’re just going to do some training. No stress. Daniela emphasized that part.” Mateo presses his lips together. He looks thoughtful. “But it’s probably a good idea to go and remind people of how wonderful you are.”
“I am wonderful?”
Mateo brightens. “You know what we can do? Listen to some of your games.”
“Listen?”
“The doctor gave me your care instructions. Noscreens for you.”
“Even though I have the opportunity to see myself play in a real NHL game?”
“Doctors are totally evil.”
“Indeed.” I collapse on the couch while Mateo fiddles with his phone and pulls up the game.
“You like hockey?” I ask.
“Uh-huh.” Mateo looks at me. “I mean it’s super fast and cool.”
I nod happily. “It is.”
I lie down on the couch and put my legs on the armrest. Mateo looks at me shocked.
“You think Germans can’t put their legs on armrests?” I ask.
“Well—”
I elbow him. “You had to have seen me do this before.”
“Yes. Of course. Sorry. I was… pretending.”
I roll my eyes, then pull Mateo against me. He gives a shocked squeal, then he settles beside me.
“I won’t kiss you,” I promise. “Just cuddle.”
“You like to cuddle?”
