Nina
Enzo and I spun on the ice and laughed together until we became so dizzy that we spun out of control and fell down. This only made us laugh harder, and as I regained my composure, I pushed myself up onto my palms and couldn’t help but smile down at Enzo.
He smiled back up at me as well. For a split second, everything felt okay, and it felt as though both of us temporarily forgot about his mate.
But that split second quickly ended. Our smiles faded. Enzo cleared his throat, then helped me stand up and placed me back on the carpet outside the rink.
“Thank you,” he said, averting his gaze to the ice. “I feel a lot better now.”
I swallowed the lump in my throat and nodded. “Any time,” I replied. “I’ll be here to help as much as I can until you get your abilities back.”
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