COLEEN

I woke up the next morning with the faint smell of ice still clinging to my hair.

I could still smell the metallic smell of the ice rink and the faint hint of Hayden’s cologne and for some reason, I didn’t hate it.

Although I would never admit this to him, but he was right. I did have fun. In fact, it was the most fun I’ve had in a while. I knew it sounded strange that I’ve never skated before but I was too busy studying to think about that.

In my defense, I wasn’t thinking ...