Skates were the work of Satan and whoever invented them should burn in hell.
But, surprisingly, they could also be fun.
During the long, long hour during which Dominic was trying to teach me how to skate, I experienced a gazillion falls on my butt, my knees, my arm, my back and once I even managed to hit the ice with my head. The fact itself didn't bother me so much. What I couldn't bear was the smug look Dominic sent my way.
It reminded me that he was right and wearing that stupid helmet was a good idea, after all.
Not that he was ever going to hear me admit it out loud.
But despite my countless falls, I didn't hate skating completely. Mostly, yes. But not entirely.
Besides, Dominic kept his part of the deal and when the hour passed, he helped me take off my skates (which hurt somet
