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The clock-watching bit, not the iced latte. Fucking gross.

It’s got a caramel shot in it too.

I love my girlfriend, I love my girlfriend, I love my girlfriend.

I was actually busy arranging a surprise for you before you rudely interrupted me. How can I help you?

Oh, yeah? Clue?

Ummm … you can eat it.

Baby, we’re still an hour away from landing, and now all I can think about is you sitting on my face. Play fair.

I burst out laughing and quickly type a response, crossing my legs under the counter.

Me

Not sure my pussy is a surprise for you anymore.

Jessie

It is when I still can’t process the fact that you’re mine and I get to be your man.

Only Jessie Callaghan—drop-dead gorgeous NHL superstar forward and current lead goal scorer, who could get any girl he wanted—could think he wasn’t enough for me. I don’t care how many times I have to say it, even if I’m repeating the words on my last breath; he will one day believe that he’s everything to me.

Me

Well, best start believing it. When will you be home? It’s only, like, ten a.m. here. You’re way earlier than expected.

Jessie

Yeah, the guys voted on getting home ASAP since three-quarters of the team have families now. Actually, can you do something for me?

Yeah, sure.

Meet me downstairs in the lobby in, like, two hours?

You’re making me suspicious, Callaghan. What are you planning?

Let’s just say, it’s something I’ve been wanting to do with you for a while.

That’s literally all I’m getting, isn’t it? Also, I was planning a surprise for you tonight.

There are so many ways I could reply to this message, but I’m sitting next to this really fucking annoying goalie who won’t stop reading over my shoulder. So, all I’ll say is, yep, that’s all you’re getting … for now.

P.S. Will be home in time for your surprise.

Hi, Jensen.

Don’t encourage him, Sweetheart.

When the elevatordoors open to the lobby, I see my boyfriend standing on the other side in all his navy-dress-pants-and-white-shirt glory.

A smile tugs at his lips when he sees me. “Hey, Mia.”

Not giving a fuck, I launch myself at him, wrapping my arms around his neck and burying my face into his chest.

“What are you doing?” He laughs as I inhale him.