The cold, sharp bite of the ice-rink’s air faded as the sounds of the crowd grew deafening. Making my way down toward the rink, I felt the surge of warmth wrap around me long before I realized it was Enzo, embracing me tightly amidst the throng.
His uniform, still damp with sweat, clung to him but he seemed not to care as he squeezed me close.
“That was a hell of a way to make an announcement,” I whispered into his ear, trying to keep the tremor out of my voice. “Could’ve warned me, you know.”
He pulled back, locking those soft yet striking brown eyes onto mine. The stadium’s lights caught the sheen of triumph and emotion in them, making them appear almost ethereal.
“I didn’t plan it, Nina,” he admitted, his lips curving into a sheepish grin. “It just... felt right in the
