Dear Heart, You Screwed Me(61)

“Any idea where we are going yet?” Killian asked as he watched me.

“No idea,” I breathed, it was a struggle to talk when I was this close to him. He suffocated me.

He tugged me into the busy streets, my hands instantly clammy at the hustle and bustle.

“You okay?” he asked.

I nodded. I didn’t want to tell him this was my worst nightmare; he didn’t need to know. He continued leading me to our destination, I stilled, my eyes widening as we stopped at the Rockefella Ice Rink.

“Ice skating?” I asked, turning to face him, the cold nipping at my cheeks making me blush.

He nodded. “You can ice skate, right?”

“Of course, the question is Mr Hayes, can you?”

“I am a pro,” he said confidently as we went to get our boots on.

We sat down, Killian handing me my boots as I slipped them on. I waited for Killian who was acting like a princess as he struggled to get his feet into the boots.

“Do you need a bigger size?” I asked, biting the inside of my cheek to stop myself from laughing.

“I got my size, I’m a twelve,” he huffed, pushing his hand through his hair as he tried to squeeze his foot in the boot once more.

“You remind me of the ugly sister in Cinderella when she is trying to fit into the slipper that is clearly too small for her…” I rolled my eyes, shuffling towards him and pulling his boot off his big foot. “I’ll go get you a bigger size, old man,” I teased, walking on the blade of the skate boot. I probably shouldn’t be doing this but if I wait for princess, we won’t ever skate.

Shoving the next size up in his face, he took them from me and placed them on his feet.

“There we go Princess, they fit, okay?” I snorted as he grabbed me to stand up and steady himself.

“Fuck off, Reese.”

I cackled as we both made our way over to the ice rink.

I stepped over the small step to get onto the ice, Killian followed and held onto the side the whole time.

I glided onto the ice, stopping, and waiting for Killian.

He stood there, his hands gripping to the edge. I thought he said he could skate, what in the ever-loving fuck was he doing?

“What are you doing?” I shouted across.

“Just getting used to it!” he shouted back, clearly flustered and frustrated.

“Do you need me to hold your hand?”

“No thank you!” he stamped across the ice. My brows sat high as I watched him in front of me, he was like Bambi on ice for the first time. A pro? He wasn’t a pro.

Rolling my eyes, I skated over to him and took his hand.

“Trust me?” I asked.

He grunted in response.

Holding onto his hand tightly, I led him into the ice-skating stream. He couldn’t skate for shit, he was walking, not gliding.

“I swear to God Reese, if I fall…”

“You’ll hit the ground pretty damn hard,” I laughed, “just remember big boy, this was your idea…” I taunted as I let go of him and glided elegantly before skidding my skate to turn and face him.

“Just push your feet forward, as if you’re skating across your beautifully, polished marble floors back home.”

He rolled his eyes at me.

“What have I said about you rolling your eyes at me,” placing my hands on my hips as I teased him.

“Reese,” he growled at me in a warning tone.

“What you going to do? Stamp your way over to me,” I let out a belly laugh.

“Don’t push me.”

“Come on old man, come and get me.” I licked my top lip slowly, taunting him.

And he did. He stamped his way over to me, grabbing me and holding on for dear life before I lost balance and fell, taking the brunt of the fall.

I burst into laughter, Killian laughing with me as he lay on top of me.

“Shit, Reese, are you okay?!” his voice was panicked, his eyes volleying over my face. I nodded, laughing still.

“Well, I didn’t think we would be doing this on our date,” he said breathless.

My laugh died out; our eyes connected as we both locked our gaze.

“We better get up,” I whispered.

“I don’t want to…”

“I don’t think the other skaters will want to keep skating round us.”

“Screw the other skaters,” he growled, his hands cupping my face as his lips pressed into mine.

My heart swelled in my chest, my hands entwining in his hair as I tugged, his groan vibrating through me as our tongues danced with each other’s.

“Killian,” I breathed, breaking away, “we need to get up.” Trying with all my might to shove him off me.

He gave in, pushing himself up onto his knees. He held his hand out for me to take, pulling me up, I managed to push myself to my feet, but Killian was still on his knees.

“I need help,” I saw his cheeks blush.

“Do you now?”

“Reese don’t start…” he sighed, but I could see the amusement dancing in his eyes. I held my hands out for him to take, he weighed triple of me, I don’t know how I was going to help him.

With a lot of failed attempts, I finally got him up.

“Jesus,” he panted, undoing his coat, “who’s idea was it to come ice skating?!” he said, wrapping his arm round my shoulder and pulling me towards him and kissing the side of my head. “Let’s get these death traps off our feet.”