𝙼𝚈 𝚃𝚄𝚃𝙾𝚁 [ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ]

𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙿𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝟹𝟺

It's the weekend again. 3 days after hanging out with Sam and Evelyn.

Yesterday, we all thought it would be a good idea to go ice skating together. All me, Kayla, Evelyn, Olivia, Belle, George, Sam and Zion.

Kayla and the girls all went in one car. The boys in another. And me and Zion in his, deciding all together that we will meet up at the front desk of the ice-skating rink after collecting our skates.

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We are all ready now, each of us stepping onto the ice one by one. And when It gets to me, I realise this all was a shit decision of something to do. I can't skate for the life of me...

Zion steps on after me and I grab onto his bare arm, wobbling and sliding all over the place. Somehow, he manages to stay still and steady me by taking both my hands and dragging me in front of him as he skates backwards.

"You didn't tell me you couldn't skate." He smirks at me, making my insides crumble.

"Well, I didn't know either." I sigh. "People make it look so easy..."

"We can start slow." He lowers his hands to my waist, allowing more stability. "Use my arms and shoulders for support."

I raise my hands, resting them against his biceps. We begin to move and at some points, I go wobbly and tighten my grip around his upper arm. He never let's go of me, never allowing me to fall even if I lose my stepping.

After 10 minutes, I've gotten the hang of it, and we are both skating slowly with only our hands connecting us both.

I spot George and Kayla laughing together as they both sit flat on their asses on the ice. Kayla having most likely pulled them both down.

I look around and find Belle and Olivia skating together, chatting, while Sam and Evelyn are beside them bickering. Sam has what looks like the smallest smile on his face while Evelyn just looks completely pissed.

Their relationship never fails to confuse me, but as long as they're happy, I won't bother to understand.

"Do you think you can skate a bit faster now?" Zion says as he skates in front of me, coming to a sudden halt and causing me to crash right into his chest.

"Shit. Are you ok?" He raises his hands, cupping my face as I pull away.

I push myself back, rubbing my face. "No."

The next moment, he's returning his hands to my face and kissing every single spot he can. My cheeks, my chin, my nose, my eyes and my forehead. He pulls back before he gets to the part that craves his lips the most.

"Feel better now?" He trails his hands down my body till he joins our hands together again.

I nod at him, still feeling the urge to help myself with fulfilling my wants. I shouldn't be wanting them, but it's a feeling I can't resist.

Something about him pulls me in. And when I'm with him, I never want to leave.

I focus back on him, realising that I was staring at his lips the whole time and also realising he saw it all. He doesn't do what I expect him to do, though. He just continues on.

"Come on." He begins to skate forward, giving me no other choice but to follow and catch up. He's clearly ignoring what just happened, and it makes me annoyed that he won't allow it. I know he wants it; I spot the ways he looks at me and it shows. Every. Single. Time. It shows.

I want it too. I have every day since I left that night. And now I'm confessing it to myself.

We keep skating around, listening to the music and at some point, Zion joins our hands together again, giving mine a couple squeezes. I squeeze back, hoping that he gets what I'm trying to say.