He twirled me around. A laugh escaped from my lips. "You are way too good to be a beginner," I say.
"I didn't say that I was a beginner." He grins. "I said that I don't go that often."
I grab his other hand and pull him in closer. "Who would have thought that the oh-so 'emo' Nico Di Angelo would be an ice-skater?" I tease.
"Who would have thought that the oh-so 'punk' ex-huntress would now be in love?" He kisses my forehead lightly.
Who would have thought that she wouldn't regret it at all? I think to myself.
