MIRABEL’S POV.
“I can’t believe you dragged me out here to break my neck,” I muttered as Noah handed me a pair of skates.
“You will be fine,” he said with a grin, already lacing his up like a pro. “Besides, I’m here to catch you if you fall. You can trust me.”
Famous last words.
A few minutes later, I was wobbling onto the ice like a newborn giraffe, clutching Noah’s arm for dear life. “Oh my God. People do this for fun?!” I yelped as my skates slid in opposite directions.
“Relax,” Noah chuckled, his hands steadying me by the waist. “You areoverthinking it.”
“Overthinking?!” I shot back, clinging tighter. “Noah, I’m one sneeze away from face-planting, and you are over here acting like this is a walk in the park.”
He laughed and pulled me closer, his hands warm through my jacket. “Se
