It was a snowy evening, and soft white flakes fell from the sky as you spent time with your boyfriend, David Clarke, the billionaire CEO everyone admired and feared. But with you, he was different.

“Let’s go skate,” you said excitedly, pulling his hand toward the ice rink.

He sighed dramatically but followed you anyway. “You’re really confident for someone who almost broke her pride last time.”

He paid the fee and then knelt down in front of you. Carefully, he held your ankle and tightened the laces of your skates.

“Are you sure about this, sweetheart? Last time you failed,” he teased, glancing up at you with a smirk.

“Trust me. This time I won’t fail. I know how to skate,” you replied confidently, lifting your chin.

David stood up and slowly let go of your hand. “Alright. Show me.”

You pushed yourself forward. For two seconds, you were stable. Then your body started wobbling.

“Wait… wait…” you muttered, trying to balance.

Your feet slipped. “Ehh!” you squealed.

Before you could fall, David caught your waist firmly. He pulled you against him, steadying you easily. His face was suddenly very close to yours. Snowflakes landed on his dark hair.

“Hmm. Not failed, huh?” he teased softly.

You felt your cheeks heat up. “I was just warming up.”

“Oh really?” he murmured.

He cupped your cheek gently and pressed a quick kiss to your lips. It was soft and teasing, just enough to make your heart race.

You pushed his chest lightly. “David.”

He chuckled. “What? I’m rewarding your effort.”