Page 110 of Pinkie Promise

“Fallon, I promise you, I would find you in every lifetime.”

I caress both of her calves so that she knows I’ve finished lacing her up and Fallon’s eyes finally drop down to my position in front of her. Her irises turn sparkly as she takes in my stance for the first time since she sat down.

I’ve got one knee pressed into the ground and the other cocked up next to hers.

I breathe out a laugh as I realise what’s going on in her head.

“Get used to it,” I grin. “This ain’t the last time you’ll see me down on one knee.”

A little gasp leaves her throat as I drag her up to her feet, feeling way too pleased with myself as her body wobbles in my arms.

“Don’t be silly,” she says breathlessly as I walk us out onto the ice, her soft peachy behind pressed up against my front.

“You think I’m kidding?” I ask her, settling my chin against her shoulder. I wrap my arms around her middle and kick off gently on the ice. “I’m man enough to tell you that you’re wife material, Fallon.”

She stays quiet but snuggles further into my chest, silently letting me know that she likes what I’m saying.

This is the cool down that I needed, in more ways than one. Reinstating my professional relationship with my coach after the fight at Larch Peak, and then reclaiming my romantic relationship with Fallon after almost a week away from each other. Plus, I love that she’s also had a bunch of her academic relationships fixed, so that she has two less things to stress over from here on out.

While I let myself physically unwind on the ice, Fallon gently pushes at my hands that are currently encased around her ribs, and she kicks off away from me, gliding fast to the centre of the rink.

I follow her lead and start circling around her, keeping a slight distance as she wraps one hand around her ankle.

My eyebrows fly upwards and I halt to a stop as she suddenly kicks up her leg into the air and begins spinning like a ballerina.

“Fallon,” I rasp, quickly swooping towards her. It takes about ten seconds before she finally loses her balance so I grip my arms tight around her back and she laughs into my chest, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

“The hell was that?” I pant, clutching her desperately to my pecs. Something catches my eyes in the periphery of my vision, and when I lift my head to the sidelines I realise that half of my team is watching us.

They’re standing there with their jaws on the floor because they just watched Fallon spin more beautifully than a trained figure skater.

Tanner shoots me a smirk because he’s just realised how flexible my girlfriend is.

I give him a long look at my middle finger as I press a possessive kiss to Fallon’s forehead.

When I pull back she grins up at me, looking incredibly pleased with herself.

“I thought I’d watch some skating videos and maybe try it out on you,” she laughs. Then she pats at her blown-out curls and says happily, “I guess I’m a natural.”

“Damn straight,” I tell her gruffly, hauling her roughly against my body.

She senses the eyes on her as I spin her on the ice and when she glances over to my teammates she’s immediately shy.

“How long are y’all staying up on here?” Tanner asks, his eyes straying briefly to Fallon’s cute skates.

“Why?” I shoot back. “You wanna watch?”

Tanner laughs and shakes his head, and I smirk right back at him.

I begin skating over to them with Fallon tucked up under my arm, and she paws at my chest as I rub my free hand around her waist.

“That spin was beautiful,” I tell her quietly before we reach the guys. “Almost gave me a heart attack though,” I murmur, and she laughs prettily into my neck.

When we reach my teammates at the edge of the ice I say, “We’re chilling here for a bit. I’m not heading to the bars tonight.”

Tanner shrugs. “No sweat. Gives us time to plan how we’re gonna fuck you up for your birthday, anyway.”

“Your birthday?” Fallon asks in surprise, and hell if the whole room doesn’t go sub-zero silent.

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