Chapter 127

EMILIA

For a second, I’m sure I’ve misheard him. Then the warmth in his gaze lands square in my chest, and every thought in my head dissolves into glitter.

“You’re serious?” My voice is barely there.

“Dead serious,” he murmurs, kissing the corner of my mouth like it’s a promise. “I want to wake up to you every morning, fall asleep to you every night, and have you here in between to tell me off when I leave my skates in the hallway.”

There’s a lump in my throat the size of a hockey puck, but I manage a smile. “That’s a lot of commitment… are you sure you’re ready for my thirty-seven bottles of hair products in your shower?”

His answering laugh is low and so warm it makes my toes curl. “Baby, I’ll build you a whole new shelf.”

My lips part, but whatever I was about to say gets lost in the traffic jam of my brain cells. He must notice the way I’m seconds away from glitching in his lap, because he shakes his head, fighting a grin. “It’s not like I’m a