My Bully
Steve said, pulling me towards the middle of the rink.
He let go of my hand and started skating circles around me, while I struggled to keep my balance.
"Come on, baby boy, skate towards me!" Steve called out to me.
With trembling legs, I finally mustered up the courage to skate towards him, my heart pounding in my chest. But as I glided closer, my sweaty palms caused my grip to slip, and I found myself hurtling towards the ice.
In an instant, Steve was there, his reflexes lightning-quick as he caught me by the shoulders, preventing me from crashing down. I looked up at him with gratitude, feeling a sense of safety and security in his strong grip.