HIS FROST BITE (A MICHAL MRÁZIK FAN FICTION)

Chapter 6: Skating on thin ice

Tara

Later that night, as I stood gazing out at the twinkling lights of my suburban neighborhood, a sense of tranquility washed over me. I couldn't help but wonder what everyone else was doing in their cozy homes. The anticipation of October, when the rooftops would be blanketed in snow, filled me with excitement. It was my favorite time of the year, and I was grateful to be back home.

If it weren't for Michal, I might have been in a much darker place, as he had once jokingly remarked. A chuckle escaped my lips at the thought. However, my amusement was short-lived as I noticed a figure standing in my driveway. It was Michal, but something about him seemed different, a shadow of sadness clouding his usual carefree demeanor. I knew in my heart that it had something to do with his father.

Drawing open the window, I offered him a kind smile, silently conveying my support. He waved back, and as I glanced around my bedroom, a spontaneous thought took hold of me. He had been there for me earlier, and it wouldn't hurt to return the favor. Without a second thought, I grabbed a jacket and stealthily made my way out of the window. My father was home, and I couldn't risk telling him that I was going out with a boy, especially one who happened to be someone else's boyfriend. But Michal and I were more than that; we were confidants, each other's pillars of strength.

As soon as I landed on the porch, I reached for his hand, and grabbed his hand, not offering him the chance to ask any questions and ran with him down the street.

As we made our way down the street, the adrenaline of our impromptu escapade had me laughing breathlessly. "Gosh, that wore me out," I exclaimed, and Michal chuckled in response.

"My dad would ground me forever if he found me outside," I confessed as we walked out of the suburb.

"I stormed out," he blurted out, and I gasped in surprise.

"From your father?" I asked, and he nodded solemnly.

"Honestly, that's an achievement. I'm super proud of you," I said, patting his back, and he playfully bowed and waved as if acknowledging an imaginary crowd.

"Thank you, thank you," he said with a grin, and I couldn't help but chuckle as we continued our quiet stroll through the streets. Although we didn't exchange words, the peace we found in that moment was breathtaking. It was serene, relaxing, and comforting.

"Do you want to do something, maybe? Instead of walking around like mindless drones during an alien invasion?" I suggested, and he burst out laughing.

"Seriously, how do you come up with these things?" he asked, clearly amused by my quirky sense of humor.

"I don't know, I'm just a natural," I replied confidently, and he chuckled in response.

"I think I know a place," he said with a smile, and I nodded eagerly.

"I like how you think," he added, taking the lead as we ventured toward our next destination.

He led me into the heart of the town, where the vibrant nightlife buzzed with a holiday feeling, evident in the laughter and joyous chatter of the people around us. As we turned a corner I had never explored before, we found ourselves at the ice rink in New Falls. I had only been here once, back when I was twelve and had just moved into town with my father.

The rink was dotted with a few families, mothers with their kids, husbands with their wives, and teenagers relishing their carefree nights. "I used to come here all the time," Michal remarked, and I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Of course you do, you probably play hockey in your sleep," I teased as we laced up our skates. Stepping onto the ice, the familiar smoothness beneath my feet brought back memories of a time when my mother... I halted the threatening memory from escaping its cage and focused on the present. The ice felt fresh and cold against my skin as Michal joined me, and we glided across the rink. I moved away from him, executing a jump and spin on the ice, surprised that I still remembered how to do it. Michal gasped, and I turned to look at him.

"What?" I inquired, and he chuckled.

"You're not the only one with ice skills," he quipped, and I laughed.

"I'm a bit rusty though," I admitted as he gracefully glided around me. I couldn't tear my eyes away from him; the way he moved across the ice was magical, as if he had left all his problems in a galaxy far away.

As he spun around me again, he suddenly stopped and attempted to copy my jumping move, nearly stumbling in the process. I couldn't help but laugh at his lousy attempt.

"That's not how it's done," I teased, and he chuckled. I demonstrated the move again, showing him how to do it. After a few more attempts, I almost met my demise, my face nearly falling onto the ice. But Michal caught me just in time, lifting me up and gazing into my eyes as he held me in his arms. His eyes, a captivating blend of green and grey, seemed to sparkle in the dim light of the rink.
And for some reason my eyes fell on his lips. He was a beautiful man, i had never realised that before. I felt his breath hitting my face and he looked into my eyes differently. I had never seen him look at me like thay before, his eyes grew with a different kind of interest towards me. I felt his lips on mine and they were cold to the touch. He pulled back to look at me again and this time i pulled him into a kiss, holding his lips captive on the chilly ice rink.