Rosalie's POV“Good luck with the game,” I said, leaning in. My lips brushed his cheek, warm against the chilly air coming off the rink.He leaned down and kissed me back, “Thank you.”He started to turn, his skates cutting a little line in the ice, but then he stopped and looked back at me, his eyes all serious and heavy.“After the game…we need to talk, okay?”My heart did this weird drop, like when you miss a step on the stairs and your stomach floats up into your throat for a second. I forced myself to nod, keeping my face totally still, just playing it cool so he wouldn't see.“Yeah, sure.”Then he skated away and the crowd went absolutely crazy, screaming and banging on the glass as he joined the rest of the team. I just stood there, watching the back of his jersey move through the bright lights.Two years. We have been together for two whole years and I still get this terrifying feeling whenever he says we need to have an adult conversation. It is ridiculous.I let out a breath
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