He answered my question by spinning around in front of me so he was skating backward while holding both my hands. It was definitely distracting, especially when he gave me a cautious smile. Gray’s smiles were hard-earned, so whenever he looked at me that way it sent a cozy warmth spreading to every point of my body. “Is your pretty face the distraction?” I asked. If it was, then I had to admit, it was seriously working. His smile lifted a little more. “You think I’m pretty?”
