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Get Me Back on Skates

11. Why live in the past

As soon as the words left his mouth, my lips crashed with his and my arms wound around his neck. I was in his lap, but he pulled me even closer, so I wrapped my legs around his waist. He held on tightly to my shirt, but never touched my skin. In between feverish kisses, he would tilt his head forward, leaning his forehead against mine, and just smile. When I opened my eyes to see this, I couldn't help but smile, too. Every now and then, he would let out a soft laugh, which made me smile even more. His kisses were strong but sweet; he would let his tongue linger in my mouth to drive me just a little bit crazy.
Once, he turned to glance at the digital clock on my nightstand, and his eyes widened momentarily.
"I was supposed to be at the arena ten minutes ago. Shit." He laughed as he said this, but we both knew he was in trouble. We both sighed and looked at each other before just breaking out into laughter. Slowly, he stood up, forgetting to unwind my legs from around his waist. He kept one hand on my back, but I made him let me down before he left. I ran to my closet and took out a black and yellow jersey.
"What are you doing?" he wondered.

I smiled. "I'm going to a hockey game."