Him and Me.

Him and Me- Thirty One.

Sighing, I hung my head. I should’ve never told him I couldn’t skate, and I should’ve never let him talked me into this.

My eyes went back once more at Colby, I now found his eyes fixed on me and there was a slight twitching on his lips. He was still lying on the ice, the coolness of it not bothering him as he stared at me. With all the whiteness surrounding us, I could only focus now on the green of his eyes, butt problem now forgotten.

His eyes looked amazing.

And then, of course, he began to laugh. Not just a chuckle, but a hearty, full-blown laugh that made by standers and other skaters look at us. I felt my cheeks flushed, but as the sound of Colby’s laughter continued, I couldn’t help but feel like laughing, too. I watched as his body convulsed with laughter, his eyes crinkling at the corners and blinking away tears. When he slapped a hand against the ice, that was it. I let loose, and pretty soon, one side of my body was laying down on the cold floor beneath us as well.

Colby managed to control his laughter enough to pull us both back on our feet, though we were wobbling a bit because of the occasional bursts of giggles that came from our chests. I shook my head, gripping Colby’s arms once again as we slowly made our way to exit the rink. Unfortunately, it was still a couple of meters away and that meant I was going to have to “skate” for an extended period of time.

I took a deep breath and tried to focus on moving my feet, when Colby paused. He looked down at me, a thoughtful expression on his face. I met him with a questioning one.

“You know what?” He began. “I’m gonna carry you.”

My eyes widened in mortification. “No you can’t! That’s dangerous, and if you drop me, I’ll die!”

His head slightly tilted, he rolled his eyes and said sarcastically, “Well. Thank you for the trust.” Before I could respond, he added, “Figure skaters do it all the time.”

My eyebrows shot up. “You. Are. Not. A. Figure skater!” I hissed. I calmed down though, because I saw a genuine hurt in Colby’s eyes. I sighed.

“It’s not that I don’t trust you,” I began. “You know I do. You’re one of the people I trust the most now.”

Colby blinked, and a small smile began to curve his lips. “Thanks,” he mumbled. There was a hint of shyness in his tone and I couldn’t help but smile a little at that, too. Sometimes he could really be adorable.

Then that small smile turned into a full blown mischievous one. “You said you trust me,” he said slowly, in a voice that made something very close to dread sink at the bottom of my stomach. I would’ve backed away, but I wouldn’t want my butt touching the ice anymore. And it was not like I could actually back away, not when Colby had one of his arms firmly around my waist.

“So,” he continued, “you have to trust me when I do this!”

Colby then suddenly lifted me up in a motion so fluid, it made me shout in surprise. I instinctively wrapped my arms around his neck and my legs around his waist, with my cheek pressed against the side of his head. As a string of colorful curse words flittered through mind, I could feel people looking at us, probably thinking how crazy this guy was. And they were right!

How did he even manage to do that without slipping on his skates?

And then I saw we were near the handles that surrounded the rink, and one of his hands was holding onto the handle while his other arm was wrapped around my waist.

“You ready?” I could feel the warmth of his breath on my neck.

Without waiting for a response, Colby let go of the handle and wrapped his other arm around me, locking me in place. I hung my head down, training my eyes downwards. All I could see what the white of the ice as Colby carefully skated towards the exit of the rink. I was beginning to relax when I realized that this was Colby—I trusted him fully. When he suddenly paused though, I let out a little yelp yet again. I slapped him lightly on his back and was about to lecture him when I got cut off.