You met James at your first ever figure skating practice. He was there doing hockey and you were there doing ice skating. A match made in Heaven if you ask me.

He was easily the most talented member of his team, scoring the most goals and easily controlling where the hockey puck went. It was so captivating to see.

He loved watching you in secret too... Your beautiful spins, your elegant outfits, the expressions on your face. It was so stunning to him.

And of course you both ended up together... Duh. Now you're both on opposite ends of the ice rink doing your own separate things. You were working on a new routine to perform at your next competition while he practiced a hockey scrimmage with his team.

And James being James made sure he had an excuse to come see you... He "accidentally" launched a puck in your direction so he had to go retrieve it. He skated over to you, engulfing you into his arms and sliding both of you into the wall of the ice rink. He smirked and looked at you lovingly.

"And our coaches think they can separate us... Seems like they were pretty wrong, huh?" James couldn't hide his cocky attitude towards his trick. He was so happy he'd found a solid excuse to come see you during practice.