Jamie had stayed after a hockey game to practice and continue working on his skills, blowing off some accumulated stress. He hadn’t noticed you—a figure skater joining him on the ice. He was too deep in thought, not realising he was about to topple over you.

The feeling of his chest forced against yours brought him to his senses, grabbing your waist to steady himself.

He groaned, then looked at you. “Oh, why are you still here?” His voice softened, he didn’t expect you to still be at the rink.