I am currently on a date with my boyfriend of a year and a half, Jakob. I got to pick our date this time. So I chose skating.

As we were skating side to side we started to lightly bump each other. Which ended up with him hitting against the boards and me falling on my butt.

Though we were both laughing hysterically.

Jakob being the gentleman he his helped me up to my feet and kissing me on the forehead then the lips.

"I would totally win." I say skating backwards, in front of him.

"No, I'm a pro athlete. I could lap you easily." He says, his competitive spirit showing.

"I'm a pro athlete too. In case your forgot." I reply skating faster.

"I'm the better skater and player though." He says still showing his competitive spirit.

"Really? Cause I average two points a game."

"whatever." He says rolling his eyes. This makes me stop right in my tracks.

"Alright cheekbones, what's wrong?" I ask as he continues to glide toward me.

"Nothing."

"That's bull-crap. Why are you so upset? I was only joking. You know what, lets race. When I win you have to let me practice with you and the guys." I say as we are now chest to chest.

"How about when I win, you have to let me choose our next date?" He says a sly grin.

"Deal" I say putting my hand out for him to shake. Only to be kissed. I quickly kissed him back after a second or two.

"What are the rules?" I ask as we separate for air.

"Simple we go around twice. This includes going behind the goals. We can't push or shove or have physical contact with the other." He states carefully.

"okay, where do you want to start from?" I ask as I look around my body moving so I was on Jakobs left side.

"we will start at the goal and skate past it to the blue line. First to cross it wins." He says as we get behind the net.

"Ready......set.....go!" I yell as I push off with as much power as I can.

Jakob and I stay side by side most of he time till he pulls ahead slightly. Though I soon after follow getting ahead of him as we cross the blue line.

I quickly come to a stop. Jakob doing the same soon after.

"Great job babe." I say to Jakob, while leaning into kiss him.

"what size jersey do you wear?" He asks against my lips.

"Medium. Oh and the number-"

"33" he says at the same time I do, cutting me off slightly.

"I'll see you at practice Monday then." I reply reconnection our lips. Then skating off soon after. Leaving Jakob with his mouth hanging open.