I don't miss the comment from the bleachers and instantly know they're talking about me and Simon, my face going red hot. Not knowing how he'll react, I desperately hope Simon hasn't heard but that's dashed in only seconds.

"I, uh," I glance at the two other people on the ice like maybe I'm unsure before finally nodding, my heart thudding in my chest. "I think maybe. Probably."

I don't say anything else for a moment and Simon doesn't look too upset. Yet.

Swallowing, I loosen my grip on his hands, preparing myself for him wanting to let go, but not moving too far way in case the inevitable shift in weight knocks him off balance. He's bigger than me, but not too much; I could at least ease the fall.

Finally, I gather enough courage, though I keep my eyes on his skates as I ask, "Does that bother you?"