That one Walter boy~ Cole Walter

13. Iceskating

A smile slithered its way onto his face, "I was hoping that was the case." He revealed smugly, "Everyone said that the kiss was so passionate, you could never of liked me." He pulled his eyes away, glancing off into the beautiful surroundings.

"I pretended it was you." I admitted, "I wanted to be kissing you."

Cole's gaze leisurely found its way back to mine. Tenderly, he brushed away a stray strand of hair from my face and tucked it behind my ear. Then, with a surprising yet gentle motion, he lowered that hand to my cheek and drew me in for an unexpected kiss.

Our lips met, and my long-awaited desire was fulfilled. Every part of me yearned to be closer to him, to surrender everything I had. The kiss, gentle yet pulsating with passion and desire, created a warmth that blurred the surroundings. In that moment, I forgot about where I was and any slight reason that meant I should pull away.

I finally felt at peace. Worries and regrets reached a dead end, transforming into fragments of the past. Was this love? Was this what a genuine connection feels like?

Both suddenly panting for air, we pulled apart. My eyes immediately searched his face, dying to understand him. All my queries were answered by the simple words, "I really like you Ev."

He'd never called me Ev before... I always liked when people gave me that nickname; it was something I'd hear from my family or someone who truly cares for me.

"I really like you too Cole." I replied, you could hear me smiling.

He kissed me again, this time short but still meaningful. Then, he stood up interlocking his hands into mine.

As he pulled me to my feet, I wavered on the sharp blades that connected to my feet. "I haven't skated in so long..." butterflies began to fill my stomach, nerves overtaking me. "I'm sure you'll be better than me." He claimed although he sounded like he'd been many times before.

Slowly and carefully, we stepped onto the ice. I got the sudden fears that I'd fall and seriously injure myself or even that the ice might crack away beneath me.

I decided to crumble all my fears and take the first stride, my hand dependent in his.

We successfully began to glide on the frozen river, the crisp air enveloping us. My skating skills faltered, but it didn't matter. I held onto Cole, feeling a mix of excitement and vulnerability. The beautiful surroundings amplified the romantic setting.

He suddenly let go, "Cole no, I'm going to fall!" I screeched, I was gliding along with no control to stop or turn. Unlike the ice skating rink in New York, there were no sides to grip onto and secure yourself.

Showing off, he started to skate backwards around me. He laughed at my incapableness but eventually clasped his hand back into mine.

We skated around and talked about everything and nothing.

After a while, I felt brave enough to skate without him. It wasn't that I was bad, I just didn't want to embarrass my self and be overly confident. Cole on the other hand, did not care, he skated around at full speeds.

Elegantly, I took small strides and even copied Cole, at one point, by going backwards.

Suddenly, Cole loudly whined "My knee, Evelyn help." He laid flat on his back and I didn't know what had happened.

I quickly hurried over as quick as I could and rushed to his aid. "Help me up." He pleaded. I bent down slightly and offered my hand which he took gratefully. Then, unexpectedly, he pulled me down with him and laughed at my shock. There I laid next to him on the cold ice, just like we had that time in the orchards.