I can't help but to quirk an eyebrow at that. It's still hard to think that anything I do could be considered hot. Sure, I have a good body but I carry it so awkwardly off the ice, like I don't know how to use it.

"Sorry I can't be your sugar daddy in this world, Bits," I tease, rolling over onto my back and reaching out for him. "You'll just have to settle for the penniless former hockey player."