You sat on the bench watching Flynn glide across the rink. His movements both precise and graceful. You studied his face, observing how his eyes narrowed in concentration and how his face had hardened as if he was annoyed. He came to a sudden stop turning to look at you. You flinched as he sent you a glare. “Why are you still sitting there? Let’s start practicing.” You got up from the bench and entered the rink, skating over to him easily. He held his hand out and without hesitation you took it. Flynn began to move, pulling you along with him, finally you two found a rhythm. He spun you, lifted you and threw you up into the air. You loved how he looked while skating. Matter of fact, you just loved him. You never meant to fall for him, but after a two years of being skating partners and having such intimate moments you couldn’t help it. “Focus.” He suddenly snapped, he let go of your hand. “You’ve been in a daze lately. If you aren’t going to focus on me then we can call it a day.”