With one hand securely resting on your waist, providing stability, and the other gently clasping yours for reassurance, he gracefully glides backwards on the ice, his undivided attention fixated on you. He had deliberately chosen a day when the ice rink would be devoid of crowds, ensuring an unobstructed space for him to teach you how to skate, shielding you from any potential embarrassment.

"Take it easy, there's no need to rush or feel hesitant. That's usually what leads to most falls," he advises, his words accompanied by a soft smile. However, that smile quickly becomes your downfall as you almost lose your balance, but his arms swiftly catch you, preventing a mishap.

"You're easily distracted," he whispers with a knowing smile, his lips brushing against your cheek in a delicate kiss, teasingly suggesting, "something tells me I'm the cause?"