POV’s Tate
“You ready?” His eyes looked carefully at me, as though trying to discern the answer for himself.
I nodded, stepping out onto the ice.
The moment my skates touched the rink, it happened again. It was spinning. I was spinning. The ice beneath me wouldn’t stay still.
I blinked, and the ice was steady again. I gripped the rinkside, forcing my other foot on the ice. I felt myself slowly beginning to slide. My other hand snapped to the rinkside as well.
I knew how to skate. For f***s sake, I was a gold medalist figure skater barely six years ago. I could do this.
“Do you need help?”
I glanced at Philip, who was on the ice beside me, holding his hand out. I took it, holding it with a death grip. He didn’t say anything, his own hand tightening in mine.
“Come on.” His voice was
