Chapter 675 White Lies

• 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.”