You’re ice skating with a friend until you collide with a stranger. He falls ontop of you, trying not to crush you…

He gets up instantly to help, his hand held tightly onto your arm, holding you steady in case you started to fall again. “You good?” He asks, a look of concern on his face. His features were chiselled to perfection, and he’d had a small amount of blonde facial hair covering his jawline

He hadn’t realised that you were just staring at him, almost in a daze..