ALIONA'S POV
“I know I'm a bloody jerk for what I'm about to do. Please, I beg you in advance, you can hit me all you want when we get back to the house,” He paused, and continued, “I promise, I'm not going to kiss you. Just a bid to distract them a little,”
I stared at him, my face crumpled in confusion. “What are you talking about?”
Julian held my hands, and squeezed them softly. “The entire spectators are watching. They want to see what's next. They want to know if I can reclaim my title as King of Hockey,”
I remained mute. I didn't know what to say. Nothing, absolutely nothing on earth prepared me for what happened next.
Julian rested his hands around the indents of my curves, and pulled me in tighter. Then, he cupped my face in his hands, so a better part of my face was obsc
