It was a sunny day outside in Buenos Aires and Ámbar decided it would be a good day to train outside today. There was an upcoming skating competition and she wanted to perfect her moves. She was determined to win this time. The only thing missing was a skating partner and she had no idea who she could ask. He former partner is bound to skate with Luna, not that she minded. It was better that way. She wanted a partner who was just as good as her and she didn't know anybody that was.
But that was a worry for later, now was the moment to practice her solo moves. She quickly skated to a park that wasn't crowded. It was the perfect place and she had enough space to do whatever trick she wanted.
She had been training for what felt like hours but she lost track of time, too focused on doing the best she could. She was doing a spin when she noticed something in the corner of her eye. It startled her and it momentarily distracted her which wasn't such a great thing as she lost her footing and fell down on her knees.
A scream reached Simón's ears and he turned around to see where it came from. When he saw that Ámbar was on the ground, he rushed to her on his skates. He was instantly worried once he noticed that she might be in pain.
When he reached her, he sat down on the ground and put his hand on her shoulder to get her attention. "Are you okay?" was the first thing he asked.
Ámbar stiffened at the sound of his voice. He was the last person that should see her like this. She straightened her shoulders and took her hand off her knee to act like nothing's wrong. She didn't want to look weak in front of him.
"I'm fine" she said, quicker than expected.
He ignored her statement and looked her up and down to see if she has any injuries. When his eyes landed on her right knee, he fought the urge to take her hand. "You scraped your knee." Was all he said. It seemed to hurt a lot but she didn't even flinch and it got Simón even more worried.
He had to think of something quickly because there was no way he could help fix her up out in the park. He needed a first aid kit so he came up with a plan.
"Simón, really, I'm fine. It's not too bad." She tried to act nonchalant which was hard since her knee stung quite a bit.
"Ámbar, you don't need to act tough. I want to get this cleaned up, it might get infected." He said, he didn't want her to pretend. He liked it whenever she was just being herself around him.
It was this sentence that made her drop the act. It was scary to know how easy she drops her walls when she's around him. But another part of her liked that she didn't need to pretend around him. It was definitely exhausting to be someone you're not all the time.
"Let's get you to the Jam & Roller, there's first aid kit there and it's not too far. Can you stand up?" he looked her in the eyes to show how concerned he is about her.
"I'll try." She answered, looking at the ground. It was hard to look into his eyes, she still wasn't ready to be so vulnerable around him.
It hurt when she bent her knee and he saw her struggle so he put his hand around her waist and her hand on his shoulder. It wasn't easy to stand up with skates on, especially, when one of the two is injured but they managed to get up.
Without thinking, he pulled Ámbar next to him so she didn't put too much pressure on her knee and she seemed fine with it. Her knee was bleeding a little so that was definitely not a good sign. Maybe it wasn't such a good idea to skate outside while wearing a skirt but she didn't expect she'd fall. She never does but just seeing this boy unexpectedly always made her do things she usually never does.
"Don't worry, nobody else is at Roller, it's after closing time." He said as if he was reading her mind and she has to admit that she really didn't want people to see her injured like this, she still has an image to protect.
She didn't answer him, too distracted by his closeness. What is this boy doing to her?
When they arrived at the Roller, he immediately lead her to the lockers where the first aid kit was.
He helped her sit down on the bench, both quiet. The first thing he did was help her take her skates off. He should have done it before but he was too focused on fixing up her injury to think about it.
He took the first aid kit and went to sit down next to her. He didn't waste any time and put her leg on his lap to have better access to her wound. She didn't object but her breath hitched at the contact, she looked up at him and couldn't believe how sweet he was being to her but he seemed to do it absentmindedly. Not focusing on anything but the job at hands and she didn't mind because it gave her time to admire him. Not just the way he looks but how nice he's been to her and the feelings she's been trying to suppress for so long came rushing to the surface.
He cleaned her wound with one hand while he rested his other hand on her shin and rubbed his thumb in circles on her leg subconsciously. It left tingles and she was not used to this feeling.
All this feelings that were bubbling up inside of her made her defensive and she couldn't stop what was coming out of her mouth after this: "I scraped my knee and now you're fixing it up and I swear if you don't stop running your hands over my leg, I will kick you."
This shocked him a little and he looked up from her wound with an open mouth. He was speechless.
"What?" he said after a moment of silence.
"You being so sweet and tender is making me feel things." She seemed to have lost her filter and she didn't know if that was a good thing but she couldn't stop it anymore.
"What do you mean?" he was left confused.
"You're making me feel things and I don't know if it's a good thing." She tried to clarify.
"Are you saying that..?" he left the sentence unfinished because he was too scared to hope for something she might not actually feel.
She took a deep breath and took the plunge, it was too late to deny anyway. "I'm saying that I might... actually like you." She looked at the ground, suddenly too shy to look at him.
He couldn't believe what he was hearing and tried to stop his hands from trembling. He focused on her knee and cleaned up the rest of her wound, trying to get his wits together.
The silence felt awkward and nobody knew what to say but once he was done with her wound, he looked up at her and rested a hand on her cheek. "I might like you too." Was all he said.
Her breath caught in her throat and the she didn't stop the smile from appearing on her face. "You do?" she said quietly, she was kind of afraid this was just a dream and she didn't want it to end.
"I do." He confirmed wholeheartedly and she didn't waste a second and pressed her lips against his, slowly at first but once he kissed her back. She moved her lips against his and her knee was suddenly forgotten.
They kissed until the need for air could no longer be ignored. They smiled at each other once they pulled apart.
After a moment of silence: "In case it wasn't clear before, I really do like you and I'm really glad you feel the same." He assured her and they went back to kissing. Not caring about anything else but each other. Now, Ámbar was sure she found her partner.
