Oscar had shown you his interests. Playing games with you and taking you out on romantic dates. Taking selfies and pictures of you when you weren't looking which always turn out perfect.

Time to show him yours. It took about ten minutes to get him to stand up on the ice, let alone actually skate on it.

"Baby. Don't let go." Oscar warned cautiously, while you smirked at him. Maybe it was because you used to skate, you wanted to see what he was like on the ice. Not good, that's for sure.