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Will you write an smut of waking up cock warming John Marino please??? Miss him so much, nobody writes for him expect you😭

oh, there definitely are people who write for him! But of course I will my love!! And I miss him too.

Best 'Good Morning' - John Marino

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MINORS DNI - 18+ content below the cut — WARNINGS: cock warming, gagging, dominant John — SUMMARY: John wakes up to your mouth being wrapped around his cock in the best possible way — WORD COUNT: 1,9K

John stirred, a deep groan slipping from his lips before he was even fully awake. The heat of your mouth, wet and eager, wrapped around his cock, pulling him from the haze of sleep into something much more intoxicating. His breath shuddered as pleasure licked up his spine, his fingers flexing against the sheets before reaching for you.

“Fuck,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep and arousal. His hips twitched, chasing the warmth of your tongue as his eyes finally cracked open, heavy-lidded and dark with need.

You glanced up at him, the wicked glint in your eyes making his stomach tighten. Your fingers dug into his thighs, holding him down just enough to keep him on edge, teasing, torturing. He was already so hard and close, and you were just starting.

The tip of your tongue licked the slit on the head of his cock, causing his hips to thrust up from the pleasure your tongue was delivering.

Your hands slid up from his thighs to his hip, pinning him down with a low grunt.

His hand moves above his head, gripping the metal bars on the bed's headboard. He knew if his hands would find her hair, it would be the end for both of you.

That is why you took advantage of that, and without any warning, you took him deep inside your throat, gagging around him loudly. Your actions earned a loud moan from John and a jerk from his hips.

“Jesus, fuck,” he groaned loudly, and your lips turned around him into a mischievous smirk.

You pulled away from him with a loud pop as his cock slapped back against his belly. You took in a deep breath; the string of saliva was connecting your lips to his cock.

A throaty groan left his chest as his eyes didn’t move from your face.

He watched you, eyes hooded with lust and desire as you leaned down, your tongue slid across his cock from the base to the top with one long lick.

Your right hand slid up to his balls, massaging them, while your mouth wrapped around him, sucking the soul from his body. Hollowing your cheeks, you bobbed your head up and down, saliva trailing down your chin.

Your left hand made its way down to your pussy, two fingers circling your clit, trying to give you some relief.

“Yeah, just like that, gorgeous. Play with that pussy of yours,” John said through gritted teeth, his knuckles were white from the grip he had on the metal.

It took everything in him not to fist your hair and thrust his cock deep inside your throat.

But he knew how it was going. He knew the rules. When you wake up with the other one down on you, you let them do it their way.

With a smirk you started bobbing your head faster as you slid one finger into your tight pussy, moaning around his length.

He jerked his body at the vibrations your moan caused, and a soft moan left his mouth.

“Keep moaning around me baby,” he grunted, closing his eyes and taking in a long breath, another groan following right after.

John’s breath came in ragged gasps, his fingers still gripping the headboard like a lifeline. His muscles tensed beneath your touch, every nerve in his body alive with sensation. He wanted, no needed, to touch you, to drag you up and claim your lips, but the unspoken rule between you held him back.

You were in control.

Your eyes flicked up to his, dark with amusement and desire. A slow, deliberate smile curved your lips as you continued your torment, letting him feel every calculated movement, every flick of your tongue, every teasing moment of denial. His abs tensed as he sucked in a sharp breath, the restraint making his entire body coil like a spring wound too tight.

“Damn it,” he growled, voice rough, a hint of desperation bleeding through. “You’re gonna drive me insane.”

You hummed in response, the vibrations making his grip tighten, his knuckles white against the bars. His jaw clenched, muscles taut with the effort to keep himself from taking over. But he wouldn’t—he knew better than to break the game now.

Your free hand trailed up his stomach, fingers tracing the defined ridges of his abs, feeling the way his body shuddered under your touch. The power you held over him made heat coil low in your own belly, the air between you thick with tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken need.

“Tell me what you want, John,” you murmured, your voice a silk-wrapped challenge.

His head tipped back against the pillow, a shaky breath escaping his lips before his gaze found yours again—stormy, pleading, burning.

“You know what I want.”

A smirk ghosted across your lips as you leaned up, pressing a slow, lingering kiss to his hip, just barely missing where he needed you most. His whole body jerked in response, a sharp exhale hissing through his teeth.

“You’ll have to be patient,” you whispered, voice laced with promise. “I’m not done with you yet.”

John let out a strangled groan, his patience hanging by a thread. Every muscle in his body was wound tight, his self-control stretched impossibly thin. You could see it in the way his chest rose and fell with each ragged breath, in the way his fingers flexed against the bars of the headboard like he was seconds away from snapping.

But that was the fun of it, wasn’t it? Drawing it out, keeping him on edge, making him crave every touch, every fleeting moment of relief you allowed him.

Your lips brushed over his skin again, featherlight, tracing a slow path up his stomach. The heat radiating off his body made your own pulse quicken, the need between you crackling like a live wire.

His voice was low, rough, thick with frustration. “You’re killing me, sweetheart.”

You only smiled against his skin, reveling in the way his body tensed beneath you. Your hands skimmed over his sides, your nails dragging just enough to leave a lingering sensation in their wake. The way he reacted—every shiver, every sharp inhale—only encouraged you.

“You can handle it,” you teased, pressing a kiss just below his collarbone. “Besides… you like it.”

His laugh was more of a breathy exhale, strained and full of need. “I’d like it a hell of a lot more if you quit teasing.”

You lifted your head, meeting his gaze. His eyes were dark, filled with something primal, something barely restrained. Your heart kicked up a notch at the way he looked at you—like you were the only thing that mattered at this moment.

“Not yet,” you whispered, dragging your fingers down his chest. “I want to hear you beg first.”

His jaw clenched, his breath hitching as he let his head fall back against the pillow. A shaky chuckle slipped past his lips, but there was no amusement in it—only raw, aching desire.

“You’re cruel,” he muttered.

You smirked. “And yet, you love it.”

John exhaled slowly, his hands flexing once more against the headboard. His patience was unraveling, his restraint slipping. And you? You were just getting started.

John had played along long enough.

His patience, already stretched thin, finally snapped as his grip on the headboard loosened. In a sudden, fluid motion, his hands left the bars, and before you could react, he had you flipped onto your back, your body caged beneath his.

A sharp gasp left your lips, eyes wide as you looked up at him. The teasing smirk you had been wearing moments ago was gone, replaced by something more vulnerable—something that sent a thrill down your spine.

John loomed over you, his body a wall of heat and muscle, his expression dark, hungry. His hand came up, fingers brushing along your jaw before tilting your chin up, forcing you to hold his gaze.

"You had your fun," he murmured, voice low, thick with promise. "But you should know better than to tease me like that, sweetheart."

His other hand trailed down your side, slow, deliberate, as if savoring the way your body responded to his touch. His lips barely ghosted over yours, the proximity enough to steal your breath, but not enough to satisfy.

"Now," he continued, his tone nothing short of commanding. "Let's see if you can handle what you've been asking for."

Your pulse pounded in your ears, heat coiling deep in your stomach as his hand slid lower, his touch firm, possessive.

“John—”

He cut you off with a deep, claiming kiss, stealing whatever protest or challenge you had planned. His grip tightened slightly on your chin as he deepened it, his dominance undeniable, his control absolute.

When he finally pulled away, his breath was warm against your lips.

"Be good for me," he murmured, eyes locked onto yours. "Or I'll have to remind you what happens when you push me too far."

The way he looked at you, the raw intensity, the certainty in his control, made your body tremble beneath him.

And you knew, without a doubt, that he was about to make good on his promise.

John’s grip on your chin tightened just enough to keep you still, his eyes burning into yours with a quiet, unshakable authority. A slow smirk played on his lips, knowing exactly what effect he had on you—how your body responded to him, how easily he could unravel you with just a look, a touch.

“You wanted to play games?” he murmured, his voice dark, teasing, dangerous. “Now it’s my turn.”

Before you could even think to respond, his hands were on you—firm, commanding, exploring every inch of your skin like he owned it. He moved with purpose, tracing over the places he knew made you shiver, lingering just long enough to make you crave more.

His lips followed suit, trailing slow, deliberate kisses along your jaw, down the column of your throat. His teeth scraped against the sensitive skin, drawing a gasp from your lips, which only made his smirk widen.

“There it is,” he murmured against your skin, his breath sending a shiver through your body. “That sweet little sound.”

You let out a soft whimper, your body arching toward him instinctively, but he held you down with ease, his grip strong, unyielding. He was taking his time now, enjoying the way you squirmed beneath him, how the control you once had was now entirely in his hands.

“Impatient?” he teased, his fingers digging into your hips to keep you still. “What happened to all that confidence, sweetheart?”

You bit your lip, refusing to give in so easily, but John wasn’t going to let you keep up the act. One of his hands slid lower, fingertips just barely skimming over where you needed him most—enough to make you gasp, but not enough to give you relief.

“John,” you breathed, your voice shaky, desperate.

His lips ghosted over your ear, his voice low, full of promise.

“Say it,” he commanded. “Tell me exactly what you want.”

Your pride kept you silent for a moment, but then he pulled back, his touch vanishing entirely, leaving you aching, empty. A strangled whimper slipped past your lips before you could stop it, and John chuckled darkly.

“That’s what I thought,” he murmured. “Now, be a good girl and ask nicely.”

Your breath hitched, heat flooding through you at his words. He wasn’t going to give you what you wanted until you surrendered completely to him.

And you knew, without a doubt, he was going to enjoy every second of making you beg.

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Amara's Valentine's Challenge - Jack Hughes

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JACK!HUGHES X AMARA!JAMES — WARNINGS: nothing just sweet pure content — SUMMARY: Amara challenges Jack to a “best Valentine’s gift” contest. Jack goes all out with a surprise dinner, personalized gifts, and even some cheesy romantic gestures. Amara, caught off guard by how much effort he puts in, realizes there’s more to his feelings than just competition. — WORD COUNT: 3,0 — AUTHOR'S NOTE: I am so sorry it took so long!! But school was hell last and this week and I just didn't have time. But I hope you'll like it!! PART OF STRAWBERRY GIRL AU

“I love you too mom,” Jack sighed with a shit-eating grin on his face. His phone was resting on his chest as he lay on the sofa.

“Tell Amara I love her and to call me as soon as she gets home.” Ellen’s voice was full of love as she said those words.

“I will mom. Bye! I’ll call tomorrow, ‘kay?”

“Okay, bye, love you.” Jack could hear the love in her voice as she said them.

“Bye.” With that, he ended the call, closed his eyes, and took in a deep breath. It was a long, really long day and all he wanted was a hot bath with Amara and then cuddles until they both fell asleep.

But with Amara still gone in a shop, he lay on a couch and decided to wait for her.

It wasn’t until an hour later when Amara finally got home with bags hanging from her hands. When Jack and Luke spotted her, they shot up to their feet to take those bags away from her and let her rest for a while.

“Enjoyed shopping, Berry?” Luke asked her with a grin as he sorted the groceries from the bags.

“Not exactly, too many people there.” She sighed, leaning her head against the headrest on the sofa.

“You know I would have gone with you if you’d asked, love,” Jack called from the kitchen while putting the groceries in the freezer and fridge.

“I know, but you had practice, and I didn’t want to tire you even more.” She called back, crossing her legs under her and massaging her temple.

“Anyway, mom is saying hi, that she loves you and you are supposed to call her.”

“I will, but right now I need to get some rest.” She smiled when she saw Jack and Luke entering the living room.

“Jackyyy?” Amara sang her boyfriend’s name through his room while she was lying on his bed.

“Berryyy?” he mocked her, his head peaking from his bathroom door.

“I have an idea,” she grinned when she heard the faint sigh coming from the bathroom. Jack walked out with a toothbrush in his mouth and rested his shoulder against the doorframe. He nodded his head signaling for her to start speaking.

“You know Valentine’s Day is in ten days, and I was thinking,” she paused to take a breath because sometimes she forgets to breathe when she speaks. “What about a little contest? Between you and me. About whom will have the better gift.” She suggested, playing with the hem of her shirt nervously. “But we don’t have to.”

Jack looked at her with a soft smile, his hand still moving the toothbrush in his mouth. “No, I want to. It is a nice idea.” he grinned with toothpaste in his mouth. Amara squealed in happiness, clapping quietly her hands.

“But so, you know. I will win!” he grinned at her and then returned to the bathroom to rinse his mouth.

“No way! I am a winner!” she called after him, throwing the duvet over her.

The days flew by, and Valentine’s Day was behind the door. While Amara already had Jack’s gift at Nico’s place for a few weeks and was now waiting for the rest to come so she could wrap them, Jack decided to take it differently.

Of course, he bought her gifts, which are now in Lukey’s room, but he wanted to do something she would not forget. That is why he is standing in the Prudential Center with Nico, Luke, and Jesper, preparing the date for them. Because of the Four Nations, Jack had to leave just like Jesper, so he wanted to prepare in time.

The good thing was that there weren’t any games on Valentine’s Day, so Jack could return to New Jersey to celebrate it and then leave for Montreal the next morning.

He had arranged with a restaurant that they would prepare food for them, just for Nico to pick it up and deliver it to the Center.

“Okay so I was thinking about a red heart made of rose petals somewhere in the middle of the ice with a table, where you would then bring the food,” Jack grinned as he looked at Nico, who smirked at him.

“Oh, wait until you see what I have planned to wear,” Nico responded grinning widely.

“Can wait to see,” Jack laughed and pulled out a bag with rose petals. “Okay, shall we start?”

“Yeah, let's get into it.” They nodded in unison and got into work. After an hour and a half, they were finished and headed home. When Jack and Luke entered the apartment Amara was nowhere to be found, only the bright red note she put on the fridge.

Left for a class. Will come later have something to do.Love you both!- Berry

“Wanna play something?” Luke suggested as he opened the fridge getting out two cans of Diet Coke.

“Why not.” Jack shrugged, popping onto a couch, and making himself comfortable.

“Thank you again, Nico,” Ara smiled at him, while she sat on his couch, packing the gift for Jack.

“No problem, Berry,” he responded and sat down beside her. “You know you are always welcome.” He nudged her foot with his chuckling when she sent a glare his way.

“Oh, don’t you by any chance know what did Jack plan?”

“By any chance, I do not know,” She chuckles at her question, knowing damn well that she is nervous about it. “I’ll put on some film, what do you think? I am kinda tired.”

“Sure,” smiling she nodded her head, while she continued working.

Amara worked on the gift for the next two hours, while Nico passed out next to her snorting quietly. She was glad she had someone she could confide in and it was a nice feeling because she knew it was sometimes hard to get along with her. When she was finally done, Nico was still sleeping so she left a note on the table and left quietly.

Thank you so much for letting me do it here!Love you N.- Ara

When she opened the door, all she could hear was Jack and Luke’s bickering. Quietly she closed the door behind her, putting the keys in the bowl next to the doors.

Kicking off her shoes, she walked deeper into the apartment, the voices getting louder as she walked towards the kitchen. When she looked for what was going on, she gasped.

It looked like there was some kind of explosion because the flour was everywhere. And she meant everywhere.

“Jesus, Luke! I told you to be careful,” Jack sighed, soothing the flour from his clothes. “Look at the mess.”

“I’m sorry, did know it would fly everywhere.” Luke defended himself, couching when the floor fell from his hair to his mouth.

“I rather don’t want to know what is going on in there.” She mumbled to herself, leaving quietly, so the two of them didn’t notice her.

When Amara woke up two days later, on Valentine’s Day, she couldn’t wait to see Jack.

She was anxious all day as she was preparing for Jack to arrive. She already had the gift in Nico’s car, for when they leave for Jack to the airport.

She spent two hours choosing her clothes until she decided on light wide-leg jeans with a white sweatshirt, uggs, and coat.

She was so nervous she cleaned the whole apartment two times and even sorted out her messy closet. Which, to be honest, was a good thing.

When Nico knocked on the door, she almost tripped and fell face straight on her face, but she managed to keep herself from falling and opened the door for him.

“You ready, Berry?” Amara just nodded her head and took her purse.

“Yeah, I can’t wait to see him.” She called out with excitement jumping a little bit.

Nico just chuckled at her eagerness and led her to his car so they could leave in time.

The whole ride there Amara talked about how excited she was to see Jack and couldn’t wait for his reaction to her gift.

“Don’t be nervous. He’ll love it,” Nico said, trying to calm her nerves as he noticed her bouncing legs and slightly shaky hands.

“I hope so.” She sighed, resting her head against the car window.

“He will. I’m positive.”

The rest of the ride was quiet, as Nico focused on the traffic and Amara was thinking about Jack’s reaction. Imagining every scenario her mind could think of.

She knew she shouldn’t do this but she couldn’t control her mind and it was hard for her to not do this.

When they arrived, Amara almost ran inside the airport, but Nico stopped her from doing so. He knew she would probably trip over something on the way there.

“I am so excited.” She giggled as she waited for Nico to join her side, so she could grab his arm and walk with him.

“I can see that, Berry.”

“Sorry.” She mumbled in embarrassment, her cheeks turning bright red.

“That is okay, girl! I get it!” he chuckled, tickling her through the layers of clothes.

“What about you? Do you have any plans for today?” she asked wiggling her eyebrows.

“No, not at all,” He had to laugh because he would spend the day helping Jack with his gift. “Will probably just relax at home.”

“You should find yourself, someone,” Amara sighed slipping through the door Nico was holding open for her. “Hate seeing you alone all the time.”

“Oh, come on, I like being single,” Nico smirked, wiggling his brows. “You know how peaceful it is at my apartment? No one is telling me about the mess in my room, or in my bathroom.” Amara just giggled shaking her head at his words.

“Jackyyy!” she shouted when she saw him approaching them with a bag in his hand.

“Babe,” he laughed, dropping the bag on the ground and waiting for her to approach him and jump at him. As soon as she jumped at him, he grabbed her under her ass and slammed her lips.

“Fuck, baby,” he groaned against her lips, adjusting her in his arm and steadying himself. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too.” She mumbled, leaning her forehead against his.

“You haven’t seen each other only for two days.” Nico sighed from behind them with a chuckle.

“Shut up Nino,” Amara said over her shoulder, but still giggled because it was true. Jack was gone for two days but still, she missed him so much, because she was alone in the apartment, after Luke left for Michigan.

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Berry.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jacky.”

“Okay, shall we leave or are you going to make out?” Nico sighed after five minutes of you standing in the middle of the airport hall.

Amara jumped down, blushing when she noticed the people staring at them.

Jack and Nico just chuckled at her reaction and together left the airport. A few minutes into the ride Amara didn’t notice, that they were heading in a different direction than their apartment was.

“Where are we heading?” she asked, from the backseat. Jack looks around at you with a smile.

“Somewhere.” Jack grinned at her. Amara looked at Nico with confusion and he just smirked focusing on the road. She took in a deep breath and patiently but nervously waited until they reached their destination.

“Jack, if I fall, I will smack you!” Amara mumbled under her nose quietly, but loud enough for Jack to hear it.

“I’ll catch you before your pretty face touches the ground.” He smiled lightly and carefully led her through the arena hall towards the ice.

Nico was in their locker room, changing into his clothes, and Amara’s gift was next to him.

He would wait until dinner to give the gift to Amara so she could enjoy the dinner.

“We are here,” Jack announced as he stopped in front of the ice. He was standing back towards the huge heart ob the ice, wanting to see Amara’s reaction.

Amara slowly took down the bandana and blinked few time to gave her eyes the opportunity to adjust to the dim light. When her eyes were okay, she looked around and gasped when her eyes landed on the sight in front of her.

Tears welled up in her eyes. The place looked gorgeous. There was red carpet on the ice, lighted by candles and was leading to the two seat table in the center. The rose petals were around it and she could assumed it was the shape of heart, even though it was hard to guess that from this far.

The red highlights were dimly lighted, bringing out comfortable and romantic atmosphere.

“Jack,” she breathed out, her eyes darting across the entire setup. There was so much to take in—the candlelit pathway, the petals arranged in what she thought was a heart, the dim red lights making everything glow softly. It was overwhelming in the best way possible.

She blinked a few times, trying to process it all, but her brain was moving faster than she could keep up with. “Did you—how did you—when did you even—?”

Jack chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck. “So, I take it you like it?”

Amara turned to him, still in slight shock. “Like it?” she echoed, her brain short-circuiting. “Jack, I didn’t even know you were planning anything! I thought we were just exchanging gifts! I—I did not prepare for this level of romance!”

Jack laughed, reaching for her hands. “That was the point, Berry.” His thumbs brushed over her knuckles, grounding her. “Wanted to surprise you.”

Amara exhaled sharply, her mind still racing. “Okay, okay, let me just—” She squeezed his hands and closed her eyes for a second, taking a deep breath. When she opened them, her brain finally caught up with her emotions, and the full weight of what Jack had done hit her.

She let out a small, breathy laugh. “Jack, this is… it’s amazing.”

His shoulders relaxed, and he grinned. “Yeah?”

Amara nodded furiously. “Yeah. I just—wow—okay. I need to sit down before my brain combusts.”

Jack laughed again, tugging her gently toward the table. “Then let’s eat before Nico gets impatient.”

As if on cue, Nico appeared, dramatically clearing his throat. “Speaking of which, your waiter has arrived.”

Amara turned her head—and promptly snorted.

Nico stood beside the table in a ridiculous bright-red tuxedo, complete with a bowtie and an exaggeratedly professional stance. “You like it?” he asked, spinning slightly to show it off.

Amara clapped her hands together, giggling. “You look incredible, N.”

Jack rolled his eyes. “I told you he’d be dramatic.”

“I prefer dedicated,” Nico corrected, pulling out Amara’s chair with an exaggerated flourish. “M’lady.”

She shook her head, grinning as she took her seat. “Wow. Five-star service.”

Jack took the seat across from her, smirking. “So. Since I obviously won our Valentine’s contest—”

Amara gasped, leaning forward. “Excuse me?! We haven’t exchanged gifts yet!”

“I mean, look around,” Jack teased, gesturing to the entire setup. “Kinda hard to top this.”

“Oh, just wait,” Amara shot back, her eyes glinting with mischief.

Jack narrowed his eyes. “Wait—what do you mean by—”

Before he could finish, Nico dramatically placed two plates in front of them, interrupting. “Your meal, lovebirds.”

Jack gave him a look. “You love this, don’t you?”

Nico simply smirked. “Enjoy your meal. I’ll be over there, minding my own business—”

“Yeah, sure you will,” Jack muttered as Amara giggled.

Even as they ate, Amara still felt a bit jittery—not in a bad way, just in a too much excitement all at once way. She bounced her leg under the table, fingers fidgeting with her napkin, mind still spinning from the surprise. Every time she looked at Jack, he was already looking at her, and she’d get hit with another wave of holy shit, he really did all this for me.

When they were done eating, Jack leaned forward, resting his arms on the table. “Alright, Berry. You ready to admit I won?”

Amara smirked. “Not yet.”

She grabbed her phone and sent a quick text. A few seconds later, Nico walked over, holding a neatly wrapped box. He handed it to Jack with a smug smile.

Jack shot her a curious look. “What is this?”

“Your turn, Jacky boy,” Nico said, smirking.

Jack looked down at the wooden box, opening it slowly. The first thing he noticed were polaroids on the lid of it, then the stuffed bear and some candy. He pulled out the bear, revealing a sleek leather-bound journal with his initials embossed in silver. He ran his fingers over the cover, his expression softening. “Berry…”

“Open it,” Amara urged, bouncing slightly in her seat.

Jack did—and immediately sucked in a breath. The pages were filled with handwritten notes, little doodles, and tucked-in polaroids of them. There were memories scribbled in the margins, song lyrics she knew he loved, even inside jokes she’d carefully written down.

Jack flipped to a page where Amara had drawn a tiny, terrible stick-figure version of him. Underneath, she’d written: Future hockey legend (but still my dork).

He let out a soft laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. “You made this?”

Amara nodded, suddenly shy. “I started a while ago. Thought it’d be something you could take with you when we’re apart.”

Jack swallowed hard, his fingers tracing over the pages. “Berry, this is…” He shook his head, at a loss for words. “This is the best thing anyone’s ever given me.”

Amara felt her face heat up. “So… did I win?”

Jack let out a choked laugh, closing the journal before standing up. Without another word, he walked around the table, pulled her up, and wrapped her in a tight hug.

“Yeah,” he murmured against her hair. “You win.”

Nico groaned in the background. “You both win, okay? Now stop being disgustingly cute before I throw myself onto the ice.”

Amara laughed, burying her face in Jack’s shoulder. He just held her closer, swaying them slightly. “Happy Valentine’s Day, Berry.”

“Happy Valentine’s Day, Jacky.”

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