“Do you want to skate with me?” This time it’s a cocky grin. “That’s a line. Now I know you’re flirting with me.” “Am not.” “Whatever you say, Sadie,” he snorts out. “I’m offering to…” What am I offering? His smiles and taunts are making me lightheaded. “To split the ice.” “Okay.” He nods, standing over me in his now-laced skates, turning from a ball of anxiety into a tower of a man. “And your music.” “What?” “I want your music.” He shrugs. “It feels good. Helps me focus, I guess.” Something about his words makes me want to hug him, a light burn behind my eyes. “Okay,” I agree.
