Cross Another First

Back in the icing rink, Liu Meilien's breath caught in her throat as Qing Lok answered his phone. He smiled at her and if she wasn't standing on ice, she would've melted to the floor. He did not seem to notice but he was holding her by her waist, helping her steady by pressing her body to his.

His warmth crawled even from the layers of clothes they had on and she could feel his hand on her waist like a hot iron. He was just looking at her face as he listened to the short message, not breaking eye contact.

In normal situations, she would've already looked away. But something about the way he was looking at her that pinned her into position.

Just as easily as they got into that situation, it was over in less than fifteen seconds. Qing Lok pocketed his phone. "There's been an emergency. We have to go."

"What emergency?" she asked, feeling sad already as he helped her stand next to him and she clutched on his arm.