The low hum of excited chattered and Christmas music resounded through McGregor Square. Twinkle lights illuminated the rink as he grabbed my hand and guided me onto the ice. My legs wobbled and shook like they suddenly forgot how to hold me up. He grabbed my upper arm tighter to help brace me and, one foot in front of the other, we glided across the ice, quickly finding a synced and steady rhythm. His hand was warm against my frigid palm and an occasional, gentle squeeze reassured me I was safe. We edged around the bend, moving as one, before my skate caught a glump of ice and sent my knees buckling beneath me. Icy dust coated my butt, but as I tried to regain balance my legs couldn’t find solid ground. I could feel my face growing redder by the moment as skilled skaters whizzed past the disaster that was me. It took several attempts and clawing motions for the Plexiglas wall before I could steady my feet under me, and then I crumbled into his chest, trying once again to regain composure. Belly laughs roared so deep within us until our eyes locked, and he slowly lowered his lips to mine. If I wasn’t weak in the knees before, I certainly was now. My entire body flushed with a heat so intense that it felt like the world around us dissipated. For a split second, a kiss so passionately erupted between us, causing the music to silence, the whirl of skaters around us to freeze, and all the bustle of holiday cheer to blur. All that came into focus was his face, and my eyes became entranced in his, like liquid chocolate. As quickly as our lips had parted, the world came back to life, and he grabbed my hand, and off the wall, we guided back into the best second date I’d ever been on.
Bottom line: When you’re able to condense a moment into its essence, you’ll cherish it forever.
Sincerely,
Britt
I must hear more about these weakened knees!