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sweating in the rubber boots. As he held up the plastic circle and prepared to sit, she pointed toward the smooth trail she'd left on her ride.
    “Go that way, really fast. If something gets in your way, turn.”
    In a flash, he'd kissed her cheek and thrown himself on the shield, zooming down the hill.
    “Language lessons!” he shouted, and her stomach flipped.
    Was there anything this guy couldn't quote? And were his lips on fire, because DAMN. And how had she never noticed him before, or caught him pouring the communal coffee into an ironic Dilbert mug? She hadn't felt so mentally stimulated by a human conversation in years, and they'd mostly just shouted at each other while sledding.
    Down below, Mark hit the same bed of bark she had and hopped up before the shield slid to a stop. His face was red and lit with gloriously Vikingesque victory. Or maybe Scottish. All she knew was that he looked like he should be covered in dirt and blood and plundering something while wearing his kilt.
    Plundering her.
    He jogged up the hill, dropped the shield at her feet, and whipped off his hat to run a hand through his hair, which had come undone on the ride. The breath caught in her throat as he looked down at her and went still, and they stared at each other as if connected by a tractor beam.
    “Are you seeing anyone?” he asked, voice raspy.
    She could only shake her head no.
    “Does being kissed in the snow by a near-stranger sound like a good idea?”
    Before he'd finished speaking, he was taking off his gloves and she was nodding eagerly.
    In a heartbeat, he'd dropped his gloves in the snow and wrapped hot, claiming fingers around her chin and jaw, just like in the movies. Eyes open and locked on hers, he moved in to brush her lips with his, wisps of his loose hair whipping across her face in a sudden breeze. Ankle-deep in snow, Lissa felt as if her entire body were on fire, lit from within, as if she stood on top of the world in a sunbeam and there was no such thing as a cloudy day. Mark's other hand found her jaw, fingertips pressing in that tender place behind her ear, deep in her long hair. When she reached for him, she found only his bulky coat and had to be satisfied with wrapping hands around his lapels and tugging him closer.
    Mark's eyes closed, his lips opening slightly, as if he was breathing her in but giving her time to pull away, if that was what she wanted. Instead, pressing her advantage, Lissa slipped her tongue into his mouth and slid it all the way between his lips. When he opened his mouth in surprise, she changed angles and tasted him, deep, hands fisted in his coat front. God, he was delicious. He caught up with her, his tongue reaching for hers and starting a playful duel that made her melt. There was an easy confidence to his every move, something an assertive woman like Lissa had discovered to be as rare as actual superpowers. He didn't fidget, didn't apologize, didn't second-guess himself. And it made her want him all the more, knowing that he met her every challenge and bit of snark with equal power and passion.
    Although the kiss burned her lips, Lissa couldn't help noticing that the rest of the world had gone decidedly darker. Even Mark's fingers on her face took a chill, and she reached up to grasp them as she pulled away from the kiss and opened her eyes on a sky thick with low, dark clouds. The sun was gone, and she pulled Mark's hands to her lips and blew hot air onto them, rubbing them between her gloves.
    “Did we just cause Ragnarok?” he asked, voice husky.
    “Worth it.”
    “But we need to get you inside before you get too cold.”
    “And you.”
    He breathed out in a cloud. “Yeah, not a problem. I run hot. I probably just melted a hole in the snow. But if that's an invitation, I'll join you.”
    A rush of freezing wind and sleet sealed the deal. Mark picked up the shield, but Lissa snatched it from him and slid down the hill one more time, calling, “To Rohan!” over her shoulder