Page 75 of Say It Isn't Snow

Her cheeks turn pink every time I compliment her proudly.

We lose track of Layla when she goes for another drink. I scan the party, seeing her talking to Theo at the bar.

“Want to dance?” I ask Holly once we’re alone.

“Yes! But first…”

She hands me her cocktail and rifles through her purse, squinting in the low light. I set our drinks on a table and hold her bag, shining my phone inside to make it easier for her.

“Thanks. I got you a little something to celebrate tonight.”

She bites her lip, failing to hide her smile as she tucks the mystery gift behind her back in one hand. I lean around her to peek and she playfully keeps it out of sight.

“Yeah? You had so much faith in us winning? Shit, good thing we won.”

“Haven’t you heard? My guy, sixty-eight? He’s a total beast on the ice.”

Warmth fills my chest. “Your guy, huh?”

“All mine.” She beams.

I knead her waist and taste her smile, claiming her mouth in a hungry kiss. She giggles into it. While I have her distracted, I catch her hand, feeling something small and smooth.

“Here.”

Holly places a little snow globe in my hand. My smile spreads slowly when I see it’s hockey themed. After I gave her a snow globe for Christmas, we’ve started buying them for each other all the time.

A delighted puff of laughter escapes me as I hold it up. The hockey player inside is wearing Mavs blue and my number. He’s dipping his girl with pink hair and a bow in a kiss on an ice rink. The confetti snowflakes flip between white and yellow.

“Isn’t it cute? I had it customized to include us in it together,” she explains.

“It’s unreal how happy you make me every day, sugar.” I pull her into a bear hug.

Her sweet laughter is everything to me. I love hearing it and never want to go a day without it.

We’ve got a lifetime to look forward to—together.

Hugging her tighter, I lift my girl off her feet and carry her to the dance floor. I’m ready for all of it as long as I’m always with her.