I feel his chest rub against my back as he leans further over my shoulder. “That’s really on your list?”
I lift my phone up and point to number eight. “Yep!”
“You don’t strike me as a hockey fan,” he says, questioningly.
“I’m not, not really. Ice skating isn’t exclusive to hockey, you know.”
His chuckle is light and more carefree. The tension in his voice earlier is gone now. “That’s a fair point. Figure skating more up your alley?”
I shrug my right shoulder. “I do like the outfits better,” I tease.
He scoffs, “Figure skating is alright and all, but it doesn’t hold a candle to the excitement and thrill of a hockey game.”
I raise one eyebrow, “I wouldn’t know.”
His jaw drops comically, “You’ve never been to a game?”
I shake my head as I watch his facial features turn even more dumbfounded. “Is that on your list?”
I tilt my head to the side, “A hockey game?”
“Yes, a hockey game. Cause if it isn’t, it needs to be.”
I look down at my phone to check even though I know the list by heart, and watching a hockey game isn’t on it. “Maybe,” I answer, the side of my mouth slightly ticks up.
He smiles, and the sight has my heart thudding in my chest once again.
“That’s a no, isn’t it?”
“Maybe.”
He laughs and shakes his head. “Alright then, when do you want to do it?”
I slide my phone into my pocket. “I feel like out of the two of us, you have the busier schedule, so you tell me what works for you.”
Now it’s his turn to pull his phone out. He checks what I’m assuming is his calendar before looking up and asking, “Whatcha doing tomorrow night, Daredevil?”
The way he asks the question has my thoughts running away from me because it sounds an awful lot like he’s asking me on a date. His voice is smooth and sultry. The sound causes a reaction I’ve never felt before, a craving that demands fulfillment.
“Free as a bird.”
His eyes twinkle with excitement, and it’s contagious. Whatever reservations he has about bungee jumping, he doesn’t have for ice skating or hockey games.
“I need to check on something, but it should work. Can I get your number, and I’ll text you when I get it all confirmed?”
Nerves swarm my entire body at the thought of going out with Rowan tomorrow night. “Okay,” I answer as I prattle off my number.
I feel my phone buzz in my hand, and when I look down, I see a text from an unknown number. I swipe to open the message. A smile immediately breaks free when I read it.
Unknown:Save this number, Daredevil. This is your newly appointed bucket list partner.
I look up to find him watching me. “Bucket list partner?”
“Didn’t know what to call it. Never done anything like this before.”
I smile because he looks so darn cute and so unsure of himself, a stark contrast to his usually confident demeanor. “That works.”
His returning smile has me more excited than ever to finally check something off my list. And now it sounds like I have a partner to do them with.
