He stood in the frosty air, hands deep in the pockets of his leather jacket, watching her twirling out on the ice. Her grace and poise were hypnotic to watch. The curve of her back, the stretch of her arms, the fluid movements of her legs, all swathed in shimmering translucent cloth the color of bright moonlight.
A long curve brought her around to him, and she stopped, her skates showering his shoes with a dusting of frost. Small delicate hands slid into his pockets to find his, hands warm despite the frigid air. Pressing up against him, they shared a smile.
“Come dance with me,” she said.
“I’ll fall on my ass.”
“So? Fall on your ass. I’ll push you around.”
“What?”
“Come on!”
He took a breath, then his right foot stepped onto the hard slick surface, followed by his left. What power she has over me. No one else could get me out here.
Ten paces into the journey and his footing failed him. Shoes slid, gravity pulled him down. He landed hard right where he said he’d land.
Instead of pushing him around, she sat in his lap, put her arms around his neck, and pressed her lips against his.
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