POV’s Philip
What the hell was I doing?
As the night wore on, and the kiss drifted further and further away, so did Tate.
She rejoined her friends soon after the countdown had finished, and I’d gone to find Ethan. Even as we met up with a few of our other teammates, catching up by the bar, I wasn’t paying attention.
All I could think about was that kiss.
The truth is, even if Riley hadn’t been watching, I had planned to kiss her. I would’ve just pretended that I thought I’d seen one of our friends.
Because ever since that night on the ice, I haven’t been able to get her out of my head.
I figured if I kissed her, I could somewhat brush aside the strange urge I had felt to bring her lips to mine that night.
I was dead wrong. As soon as I’d had her in my arms, my lips on hers, somethi
