But the figure skater?
Jk glance over at him, he looked as if nothing had happened.
His skating was as smooth, quiet and controlled as ever…
Controlled. Quite.. the opposite of JKs.
That landed hard.
They ended practice with drills and Jk skated as hard as he could.
Helmet still tucked under his arm, fingers curled a little tighter around it than before. His posture was the same—casual, almost bored—but his eyes stayed fixed on JM, like he hadn’t quite caught up to what he’d just watched.
Like something hadn’t clicked into place yet.
But this, this was exactly what Jk needed.
JM had been there too. Of course he was.
Every time he caught a glimpse of him his heart started hammering.
Thinking about what had happened the other night.
He felt like he was going crazy thinking about it