I swear I can actually see the creep of pink across his cheeks, the sight of it making something flip inside my stomach. It's possible I'm coming on a little too strong, but he's still smiling, at least. There's always a chance he'll decide he doesn't like guys after all, or that he doesn't like me, but he at least seems happy about the attention right now and I figure that's something.

It takes a second for me to realize I've skated about a foot ahead of him and I look back, curious, only to see him frowning down at his skates.

"Oh," I say, eyes wide when I take in the blades half sunken into the ice. "Oh my, that's really possible?" Then I feel my own face flush again as I look up at him, his palm like a furnace against mine. "You... you get all warm when you're happy, too?"

Goodness, that... that could cause some interesting circumstances, I imagine.