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The last time he spins me back into his chest, I’m not ready. My legs get crossed and I topple to the side. Nick tries to stop me, but I end up taking him down with me. He stills, to make sure I’m ok. Looking me over while we’re still tangled on the ice.
My face is beet red from embarrassment as everyone skates around us, staring.
“Shit! Are you ok?” His eyes roam over me, afraid to move or touch me.
I nod, and cover my face. Nick leans over and pulls me back up.
“Nice moves, Travolta!” Someone calls out as he guides me to the bleachers outside the rink.
My face is still covered, stifling a laugh and how red it is.
We sit as he looks over me, checking for any injuries.
“I’m ok.” I finally say and he lifts his face to look at mine.
His hat is pushed back and to the side, and his hair is sticking out on all sides now.
I take the brim and fix it even more to the side, giving him that nineties hip hop look. “There, that’s better.”
We grin and stare at each other before bursting into laughter, breaking the tension. There’s always tension between us. It’s like a struggle to keep my hands to myself.
He lifts his hat and runs his hands through his unruly hair before placing it back on. That same struggle returns as I get the urge to run my hand through it too. Clenching my fists to stop myself.
Nope. Can’t do it.
If I do that, it’ll lead to me straddling him here on this bench.
I don’t normally pray, but right now I’m sending a silent prayer to the gods of hockey to help me resist this sexy, hotness of a man.
“Ok, I’m officially never ice skating again.” Bridget announces coming to the bench in front of us.
She breaks through the electric charge between us that I’ve come so used to feeling. I don't even recognize it anymore until it’s gone. I notice the tension, but those little electric sparks that crackle in the air have come to be my norm whenever Nick is near.
Alex comes and hands her a paper towel with ice, that she puts on her knees.
“Thanks kid. You’re a good teacher, I’m just not made for this.” Bridget thanks him.
“It’s because you keep looking down.” Alex groans, shaking his head at her.
“How am I supposed to see where my feet are pointed if I don’t look down?” She groans back at him, frustrated.
“You don’t have to see your feet to walk. Do you?” Alex snaps back at her.
They bicker back and forth like brother and sister. I smile at them loving how my friends took to him so well. I was afraid he’d just be a thorn in their side all weekend.
“You two should join us for the couple’s dance class that we signed up for next week.” Greg comes over, breaking me out of my trance of watching Alex explain how to ice skate to Bridget.
“What?” I snap.
“Couples dance class. It sounded like fun. What do you think?” He shrugs, while Layla sits quietly waiting for our reaction.
Nick’s rubbing his knee, shooting daggers right into Greg.
“What? You were having fun out there.” He urges Nick, nudging his skate with his own.
“I think it's for couples and we–” I motion between Nick and I. “We are not a couple.”
“You don’t have to be a couple to go, you just need a partner.” Greg looks back and forth between us.
