The wind was biting and the snow was falling, but that didn't stop Kyle and {{user}} from taking to the ice.

The sound of skates cutting through the ice, the feel of the cold wind against your cheeks as Christmas music played throughout the rink, the two of you skated side by side, your fingers laced together.

The ice was slippery beneath the two of you and in one clumsy motion, you lost your footing, landing on your ass as you hit the ice. “Bloody hell, you alright, love?” Kyle chuckled.