Once upon a time, a girl made a vow never to give her heart to someone undeserving . . . for the sake of her happiness and heartbreak.
Lydia Hayes has had enough grief in her life. After the death of her mother, she was torn. As for her father, he...
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"Baby, I tried I promise I'm usually better than this And now I can't even recognize myself anymore You turned me into this"
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As soon as my blade grazes the ice I grip onto the side for dear life. Miguel, being the definition of perfection, glides across the ice like it was made for him. He's graceful yet so astonishingly desirable at the same time. His head snaps over to me as I release my grip from the side. I hold my arms out at my sides as an attempt to steady myself. My ankles are painfully pressed inward and knees stiff.
Sensing my struggle, Miguel glides over to me. "Come on princesa, it's not that hard!"
"Says you—" My own soul-rattling scream interrupts me as I fall flat on my ass in the middle of the ice. The harsh cold bites through my Levi's, no doubt soaking them to leave a patch that could be mistaken as piss. Miguel grabs both my elbows and pulls me up into his chest. I grab ahold of his shoulders as I gain balance.
"Be careful, wouldn't want you falling for me," Miguel winks at me while I bite my lip to stifle a laugh. The humor in his voice goes straight to my head and I fear the worst, am I falling for him?
A wicked grin smears across my face. "Wouldn't dream of it!" I push him away with a painful rush of adrenaline, then do what any ice skating virgin would do: attempt to skate. I slide my right in front of my left and repeat. I'm not terribly bad, just visibly unexperienced. The exertion of my motions were out of place, yet somehow I'd managed to venture away from Miguel, whose on the other side of the rink.
"That was cute," he says as he skates over in my direction. "Was that your attempt to 'run' away from me?" He uses his fingers to quote my motion and I nod my head.
Miguel suddenly speeds up and on instinct I run, which was a mistake as I end up lying on the thick ice once again. My entire front side now coated in think flecks of ice. The melted layer seeps into my sweater and I flinch away from its coldness. Miguel offers his hand, which I take and he pulls me up. "Skate, not run."
Miguel goes ahead of me and teaches me the motions of skating. "Like this," his arms beckon me to him. "You try!"
"What if I fall again?" I say as I let go of the side wall.
