Emily has brought Sergei home to his apartment after a visit to the emergency room.

I sat on the bed next to Sergei and positioned the ice pack on his bandaged ankle. "Do you need anything else before I leave?"

"I never got my victory kiss,” he said with a gleaming smile.

I laughed. "You are hopeless."

He placed his hand over his heart. "You can't deny a crippled man."

"Already playing the injury card, are you?"

"I can't chase after you, so I don't have many options."

"Well...” I let out an exaggerated sigh. “I guess I can give you one kiss..."

I leaned over and pressed my mouth gently to Sergei’s. One kiss turned into several, each lasting longer than the one before it. The soft tingle from his lips caressing mine was too much to resist.

When I finally moved to stand, Sergei reached for my hand. "Don't leave me. You're a better pain reliever than Advil."

I smiled and squeezed his palm. "I wish I could stay, but I have to skate early in the morning, remember?"

"I know your coach, and he'll take it easy on you." He winked.

"Yeah, right. You know you're going to be cranky because you can't get on the ice with us.” I gave him a quick kiss before sliding off the bed. “Call me if you have any emergencies.”

"Does needing more kisses qualify as an emergency?"

I laughed and shook my head as I walked toward the door. "Goodnight."

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