Grinning, his feet tracing circles on the ice, he replies, "By this hot chick I hooked up with the other night. She insisted that we needed to go ice skating."
I inhale deeply, suppressing another blush. "Why didn’t you just bring her here then?"
Luke snorts a laugh. "What fun would that be? I like hanging out with you, Cindy. It’s relaxing." He attempts to skate backward but fumbles over his feet, crashing into the wall with a dramatic flourish.
"Are you okay?" I stifle a laugh as he looks at me wide-eyed.
"You think that’s funny?" He steadies himself and skates toward me, arms flinging to the side and knees knocking together.
I smirk, moving backward to escape him. "I thought football players were supposed to be coordinated."
His lips curve into a grin, and he winks. "On grass, Cin
