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He cannotfeign innocence, but the smile on his face is one of a mischievous little boy.Ever since he found out that little piece of information, he hadnât been ableto stop himself from thinking about it, and occasionally, teasing her about it.Nash hadnât adequately been able to let the information sink in when she firstenlightened him to it, so he felt it was only fair he got to bring it up at anytime.
âDonât youstill have a crush on me?â he asked her, half teasing, but also wanting to knowthe answer. âI still have a crush on you. Youâre the only girl Iâve ever had acrush on.â
It was exactlywhat heâd told Brooke the first time heâd ever admitted out loud, and it stillshocked him how accurate the sentiment was. But he supposed it was healthy, forone to have a crush on oneâs girlfriend.
Though itâstaken longer than anticipated â he should have fucking practiced beforehe just picked up the skates that hadnât seen the light of day in fifteen yearsand thought he could get right back into the swing of things â he is startingto feel comfortable again, confident in his movements. He knows she has to betaking it easy for him, and he appreciates that, but he didnât want to hold herback. This was all for her, after all.
âFine, fine,if you wanna surprise me and woo me, I wonât tell you no,â he joked.
There was a brightsmile on his face as she skated off, and he slowed down to keep his focus onher, laughing with every new move.
âColor meimpressed,â he tells her, turning around quickly on the skates so that now heis going backwards, brows lifted because he does somewhat expect her to beimpressed; hell, even he is impressed. Who knows what abilities he willbe able to remaster the longer they are out here.
âHowâŠis thateven possible?â he asks, catching up to her and taking her hand again. âI guessa blade requires more balance than the wheelsâŠâ
ââCourse I still have a crush on you,â Babs grudgingly admits with a soft snort as she looks at him. Hell, heâd slapped together the skating rink of her dreams together in someoneâs barn, soundtrack and all. How the hell could she not have a crush on him?Â
Especially when heâs risking breaking his own neck by putting on skates that she suspects havenât been touched in at least a decade.Â
At his admission, Babs quirks up an eyebrow. On one hand, she finds that hard to believe -- that he hadnât ever had a crush on anyone else before. Rumors around town had definitely painted him as his own kind of Cassanova before the two of them were together. Plus, he was older than her -- had he really lived a decade longer than her and had still never had a crush? Then again, any crush sheâs had in the past has got nothing on the way she feels about him. Itâs a mix between the most giddy kind of puppy love and the most intense emotional connection that sheâs ever had with anyone.
It gives her a warm kind of smug feeling to know that sheâs such a milestone for him.Â
âI mean, how else am I gonna keep you interested if I donât woo you just a little?â she teases, tugging a handfull of his shirt to bring his face low enough for her to kiss.Â
Babs bows proudly after performing her tricks for him, letting out an impressed whistle as he turns on his skates and rolls to her backwards. When he takes her hand again she pulls their joined fingers to her lips and kisses the back of his hand in affection, smiling to herself as they begin to roll in tandem again.Â
âThe blade makes me nervous,â she tells him with a wrinkle of her nose.Â
âI just donât feel like any of us have any business to be goinâ and strappinâ knives to our feet and spinninâ around on ice. Itâs just askinâ for trouble.â












