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“I thought we could try it.”

Damn, he’s so cute. “Have you ever been ice skating?”

“No, but it seems romantic.”

I snort and pull on his hand. “Yeah, it can be if you know how to do it. Bet we fall and end up in the hospital instead.”

Simon’s face blanches and he shakes his head. “Oh, well, maybe this was a bad idea.”

“Nah. Now I want to see you in skates. It’s a done deal, mister.”

I pull him inside, laughing and teasing him as we grab our skates. He eyes them with suspicion, turning them upside down to look at the blade.

“These do look dangerous. Maybe we should reconsider.”

“Hmm, yeah. Could slice a finger right off,” I say, sitting down on a bench and toeing my shoes off.

Simon sits down next to me, peering over at me, looking serious. “I don’t want your fingers to be sliced off. I like your hands just as they are.”

He says it so adamantly that I lean over and kiss him. “I’ll make sure to watch out for those lethal blades whizzing past me.”

“Oh god,” he murmurs.

We put on the skates and awkwardly prance over to the entrance, both of us eyeing the ice with wariness.

“This is a very bad idea,” Simon mutters, but I don’t let him overthink it. I grab on to his hand and pull him onto the slippery ice. We wobble and crash into each other until we grab on to the side, holding on for dear life. Simon’s legs are parting like the Red Sea and mine are slowly venturing into splits territory.

“I’m going to end up spraining my groin,” I say with a laugh, and Simon lets out a mortified laugh.

“God, me too,” he replies as he struggles to right himself. I grab on to him and pull him into me, being so much stronger than him I do it easily, effortlessly.

As I hold him in my arms, we just stare at each other, his cheeks flushed from the cold, mine from the heat enveloping me from just being near him.

“Maybe we should go home and fuck instead,” I say, and Simon shakes his head.

“No. I mean…yes, we should, but our date’s not over.”

I turn my head and see people skating fluidly across the ice. “Fine, since this is a date, let’s do twice around the rink and then we’ll go?”

He bites his bottom lip. “Yeah, then we’ll go.”

We manage to make it around once, only falling a few times, each time Simon eating it harder than me.

“Your ass is gonna be broken after this,” I say with a laugh as he fumbles on his feet and pulls me down with him. I tumble with a crash and a loud laugh as Simon shakes his head.

“I’ll have to persevere then.”

“You will because it’s been six months, and I want more, lots more.”

Simon’s eyes darken and his breathing comes out harsher.

“Fuck,” he murmurs, and I wink at him, standing up on wobbly legs and reaching out my hand for him.

“Come on. One more time.”

He groans and stands up. We wobble around the ice once more until finally we escape.

Simon rubs his hands across his ass and groans. “I hurt all over.”