A smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. “That’s why I’m here.”
Before I could retort, he pulled me just a little closer, our bodies inches apart. I sucked in a breath, suddenly hyper-aware of the way his fingers flexed against mine, of the way his other hand brushed the small of my back—a fleeting touch, but one that sent a ripple of heat straight through me.
“You remember when we were kids?” he asked. “You always wanted to spin, even though you barely knew how to stop.”
I did. I did remember.
I remembered laughing so hard I could barely breathe. I remembered trusting him completely, believing that no matter how fast we twirled, he would always catch me.
That trust had been shattered a long time ago.
And yet, standing here now, with Alan’s hand pressed against mine, with the ice gl
