Finding, and Losing Love- Patrick Kane fanfic

Chapter 61

                  *Lyla's P.O.V.*

"Why do you like skating so much?" Patrick asks.

"I wouldn't say i love it. But it just feels good. I can't see where I'm going, i just picture a huge, wide open rink where i can glide forever."

There's a short pause between us, and Patrick speaks.

"It's moments like this when i just want to kiss you so much." Patrick says.

A giggle bubbles out from me, as i realize what he just said. I wonder why he's being so bold all of a sudden.

"So kiss me."

My own words surprise me, as I'm usually not at all so up front and centre.

Patrick's arms move lower on my back as i feel warm, soft lips press up against my cold ones. The kiss was passionate, but not urgent or quick.

Our kiss was just...

love.

I pull back slightly dazed, but happy.

"Let's skate." He takes my hand and guides me on the cool, slick ice.

I'm laughing so hard, because I feel like I'm literally flailing.

No so graceful, huh?

"There you go!" Patrick pulls me forward from in front of me.

I laugh like I'm a grade school girl, throwing my head back in pure happiness.

"Gaah!" I slip for a slight second, but i balance myself on Patrick's arm.

Don't get me wrong. I can skate.

Just not when I'm blind.

"Let's have some fun..." Patrick skates behind me, "Let's have some fun!" He repeats.

He lifts me up from behind, and i scream.

"Patrick! I cant see!" I yelled out into the empty rink.

What a stupid thing to say, of course i can't see.

"Gahh!" I scream childishly, "Don't hurt me!"

He spins me around, and i wrap my arms around his neck for extra protection.

Patrick finally put me down, and i find myself laughing and giggling.

Oh lord, this boy makes me feel like a girl. I real girl.

I catch my breath, and laugh softly.

"Don't ever do that again!"

I playfully hit his hand, and he catches my hand, not letting me go.

"You liked it." He teases.

"Did not." I counter.

"Whatever you say..." Patrick trails off, obviously not believing a word I say.

My hair gets into my face, and i try to blow it away.

I feel Patrick's warm fingers lightly brush my hair away and secure it behind my ear.

"Your hair." He says.

"My hair?" I say confused.

"Remember how i said that's what i first noticed about you? Oh, i love it so much. I always wonder when you cut it, it's very long." He sounds genuinely curious.

"When i feel like it's long enough, it goes to Locks of Love." I explain.

"Locks of what?" He says clueless.

"You haven't heard of it? It's a hair donation organization." I tell him.

"You're so strong," Patrick says suddenly, "You've gone through so much, been so good about it, yet you give so much back to the world. Lyla Wes, you're absolutely wonderful."

He places a soft kiss on my cheek, and pulls back.

"Im not wonderful." I say, "At least not as wonderful as the way you describe me."

Patrick's hands grip shoulders, and i can feel him standing very close to me.

"You're so beautiful, Lyla. So incredibly beautiful and I'm so lucky to be with you, telling you you're beautiful."

His hands travel all the way down my arms, and holds my mitten gloved hands. I blush, tilting my head down.

"Oh man, this is bad." Patrick chuckles softly.

"What's bad?" I ask softly.

"That I'm falling hopelessly in love with you." He mutters.

"It's not hopeless." I say quietly.

"Hmm?" He asks.

"Its not hopeless, you know. It's not hopeless if I'm in love with you too."