Jessica shivered a bit and drew closer to Oliver's side, making satisfied noises without words. At his groan, though, her eyes opened. She bit her lower lip, immediately regretting mentioning practice. Sure, it was something she had to do, but his loss was probably still pretty fresh.
She smirked at what he said, though. "She wasn't too pleased when I blew off team celebrations to drink with you. Not that I told her you were who I was with. I think blowing off practice for anything short of terminal illness would be much, much worse."
She tilted her head up to put a gentle kiss to his throat. "Perhaps that is not a good metaphor to be using, but I won't argue with the mind-blowing part."