His tone turns a lot more serious then and he stops spinning around me to skate in close instead, cold hands lightly cupping my face as he leans in. His eyes are so, so blue and his face is just... his face is perfect. I'm positive I've never met a single person in all my life more gorgeous than him.

And goodness, he wants me.

"How... how do you see me?" It's a selfish question, I know. But I want him to tell me. Sometimes this still feels a bit like it's all in my head even though I know it's not. It just feels too good to be true.