Contract Marriage with My CEO Boss

Chapter 58

Chapter 58

The fact that Kylan, of all people, thought about her enough to not only consider her desires but also shoved aside his own apprehension to take part in one. It confused her, and it also made her chest feel warm. Incredibly warm. Almost too warm.

It was snowing lightly, the sky above opening its dark clouds over the rink. Though it was still afternoon, lights were already lit above and near the rink, casting a comfortable glow across the ice. Soft Christmas music drifted from several floating speakers all around, the sounds of laughter and the subtle cutting of ice under blades, adding to the overall ambiance of the outdoor winter wonderland

Katrina loved coming here with Aaron and Maine, but she never thought she would be here on a date. Well, a pretend date, anyway,

Nonetheless, when Kylan grabbed her skates from the attendant, she still smiled at him. He looked grumpy, painfully so, but she noticed his eyes softened a fraction when he met her gaze.

She followed him over to a bench, brushing a bit of snow away before she sat down and began to pull off her boots, shoving her feet in the ice skates instead. "I love that they have the tree lit, even during the day" She nodded her head in the direction of the gaudy Rockefeller Christmas tree across the other side of the rink

"It's a gross display of money, in my opinion" came Kylan's cool response.

She shook her head at him. "Not everything needs to be negative, Kylan, she chastised, leaning over and wrapping the laces of her skates around the backs of them a few times, tying them in place at the front

Kylan huffed, pulling on his own skates a bit awkwardly. She watched him tie his skates, leaving far too much lace out of the loops. He was going to trip over them, and she laughed. "That's not right. Here."

She stood up, brushing off her coat and taking a knee in front of him, conscious of the blades on her skates as she did.

"It's fine, Kate. For f*ck's sake, I'm not a child." Kylan snapped down at her

She effectively ignored his protests. "Have you ever actually been skating. Kylan?" she asked him instead.

Kylan was silent in front of her, and she looked up at him. He was scowling down at her, a faint tinge of pink dusting his cheeks. She wasn't certain if it was from the cold or embarrassment, but she thought it looked rather endearing all the same.

"How are you in your early thirties and you've never been ice skating?" she asked him in wonder, shaking her head before rying his other skate in the same fashion as her own.

"I fail to see the draw of balancing my feet on top of two blades, Katrina Kylar explained, rolling his eyes at her and scowling impossibly more.

"I help you learn, okay?" She stood up, readjusting her hat on her head and offering him a hand to take

"I can't believe I'm actually doing this. The f*ck is wrong with me." Kylan griped, running his hands through his hair, and then snatching her hand before pulling himself to a standing position. He wobbled slightly, moving to grip her forearms. He narrowed his eyes at her, and she only laughed.

"Slow and steady wins the race, Kylan. Take my hand and walk with me. Also, remember that there's no shame in hugging the side of the rink if you need to." She found his hand once more and started guiding him to the ice

It was incredibly entertaining, sering Kylan out of his comfort zone like this. He was miserable, muttering a slew of curse words under his breach the entire way to the rink. She held a steady grip on his hand, and he held hers like a vice. She didn't comment on it, though. She was just glad he was willing to try something like this at all.

of the rink, looking at Kylan, who was eyeing the rink in front

skate with me, you know that, right? I appreciate you be willing, but I don't want you hating your

frown covering his features. "Would it make you happy if I skated with you?" he murmured, reaching forward and brushing her hair away

made her skin tingle. "I will never ask

she reiterated.

roaming her face for a moment. "C'mon, Katrina." He gripped her hand ever more tightly, taking the lead

other hand... It was an instant straggle

easily, just as she did every time she skated. Kylan she could tell it bothered him that he

the concept for a minute, and then he would sputter She had never seen Kylan in quite this capacity, where he was the one out of sorts and

Chapter 58

he

for the

direction, huffing in frustration

willing to help him however

avoid people, the rink crowded with it bring a Saturday. "Can I let go of you for a second?" she asked Rylan when she was nearly halfway

her hand all the same. She turned around, skating backward now, Kylanı raised his eyebrows at her, standing in place "Glide, Kylan. The ice isn't going to fall out from under you, you're going to be fine if you stumble and fall. You need to just Feel. Feel, and glide. She turned around and demonstrated her words, not going too far away from him before

Katrina" Kylan protested, his arms rigid at his

his cheeks and the tip of his nose were red agains

about to fall on my

laugh. "It's all part of the experience if you do fall. Now, come on," She skated

feet away.

continued to glare at her, but she ignored it in favor of smiling at him. Finally, he skated to her. It was awkward and undeniably choppy,

made it to her, before the tip of his left blade caught on the ice, and he foundered, nearly losing his balance. She surged forward, grabbing his arm in hopes of steadying him. This proved to be counteractive though, and when he

at the shocked expression on Kylan's facr under her. She buried her head into his chest instinctively, still laughing all the

is

but his arms shifted and encircled her waist,

was a moment then. A passing second, a quiet exchange of gazes and wandering eyes. Her own fell to his

leaning down, and he was lifting his head, and the world fell away from her

and pliant against her own, and she heard herself sigh in

a few seconds though,

around Kylan's waist. His fingers along her chest, her own ghosting into his sweatpants

His rejection.

natural in doing so. She allowed herself to kiss his cheek instead, patting his chest and then standing up to brush herself off She offered both of her hands and helped him stand too, avoiding his eyes while she did "Come on, then Hold onto me again. You'll get the hang of it." She pulled him along and

or so minutes before he had the hang of skating, but then he was much more confident on his feet. Or rather,