“It’s not a dream,” he says.
“How do you know?”
He tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “Because you earned it.”
“So many people auditioned,” I confess, still pressed against him. “ I didn’t think I stood a chance. I really didn’t.”
“In any room you walk into,” he says, pulling back to look at me properly, “you’re the brightest star in it. Every single time, baby.”
I stare at him for a second, then shake my head and pull away before I start crying again.
“I need to drink something.” I head toward the fridge, exhaling slowly. “Also can we just talk about how much good news came in today? Like, you’re moving up from the AHL to the NHL, and now I got the role—” I grab the handle and pull the fridge open, laughing a little. “It will actually be funny if you just popped a ring out right
