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Nina rolls her eyes. “You two are disgusting.” She tugs on Trick’s arm. “Let’s get you out of here. Don’t you have to go skate or shoot a puck somewhere?”
“Now that you mention it. If I hurry, I can make it for the end of team dinner.”
“I can’t believe you’re missing the team dinner. Isn’t that a capital offense?”
“No, Zabra might only chop off a finger on my non-dominant hand if he’s in a good mood.”
“Ew,” Nina says, still tugging on Trick’s arm, though he doesn’t budge an inch.
“Okay, I’ll leave, but I’ll see you after the game Saturday, before the Snow Ball.”
“I’ll be in the Granite State room at the Memorial Union Building while they’re setting up for the fashion show.”
“I know.” He gives me a kiss, a long, slow, melting kiss until I’m leaning into him so hard I wonder why I’m letting him go. But I do.
It’s late when I emerge from my room, stretching and starving, and surprised to find Ricci and Nina at home, lounging in their PJs with the TV uselessly playing in the background like a comforting relic from childhood while they scroll on their phones.
Ricci looks up. “She lives.”
“Not for long if I don’t eat.” I open the refrigerator and take out a protein drink. “What are you looking at? Anything interesting?”
Ricci looks at Nina, and they exchange one of those looks like they’re considering their options.
“Spill it.” I take my drink and sit between them, waiting out their silence.
Nina breaks first in spite of Ricci’s glare.
Darcy retaliates by tagging Vincent on social media with a pic of Fifi & Trick kissing and not-so-subtle hints that there’s something serious going on between Trick and Fifi and a bride and groom emoji.
