The deafening roar of the ice hockey arena went dead silent in an instant, as if someone had slammed the mute button on the entire arena.
Carter froze stock-still on the spot, Amy's arm looped around his neck like a tangled vine clinging to a tree trunk. I watched his Adam's apple bob up and down hard, his gaze drifting over the top of Amy's head to land on me, wide and dazed, almost like he was silently crying out for help.
"Amy?" His voice came out tight and strained. "What... what are you doing?"
Amy's face crinkled into a bright, sunny smile. She tilted her head up to murmur something in his ear, her voice so quiet no one else should've heard it. But Isabella, sitting right next to me in the front row, instantly lost her composure and yanked hard on my sleeve.
"Did she just say 'on
