the hockey player, Noah who "doesn't do relationships" is suddenly taking her to the bookstore and giving her one rule... his POV: I stop her just before she runs inside, though, and say,

“Here are the rules."

She pouts, those big brown eyes fluttering.

"Rules?"

“Well, one rule," I amend. I'm going to enjoy the fuck out of this. “Whatever you want, I'm buying.”

A slow smile works its way over her face.

“Whatever I want?"

"Anything."

“Wow,” she breathes. "This is better than sex.”

“Well,” I say, “not better, but—”

"Bye!" She pushes open the door and runs inside before I can finish my sentence.