He was still catching his breath as they slowed down. Conrad had come after him harder than he'd expected. He'd nearly tripped as he'd pushed himself faster around the rink. Which was perfect because Conrad's chest was rising and falling as much as his own once he caught him. Wes had to bite his tongue a few times to keep from becoming a stupid giggling mess in the other man's arms. "I just wanted to see that British stamina in action," he teased.
Wes didn't mention that it was better than his own date too. He hadn't done this to gloss over his own bad memories. In comparison to Conrad's, his hadn't been that bad. Sure, his ex hadn't had a problem throwing things around in the apartment but he'd never had a girl or guy actually come after him with a damn knife! Just a few drinks. "Well I think you deserve at least one really good date. Even if it was kinda last minute." Wes wanted to say too that he didn't need anything crazy or fancy when they were together. Even things that seemed boring with anyone else was somehow always exciting with Conrad.
But the sentiment got lost in the kiss. Wes could admit to being distracted to the point where he forgot what it was he wanted to say. For a fabulous few seconds, his eyes were glued to Conrad's mouth as they moved away. Hot damn was the only thing running through his mind. A singular body part shouldn't have looked so tempting.
Wes blushed. He wasn't used to being caught staring but there was no way Conrad had missed his little space-out just then. "Huh? Oh, right. Well, not to be anti-climactic but," he looked down to find Conrad's hand and took it. He tugged, pulling Conrad next to him as they went around again side-by-side. Wes then started to hum. "Oh yeah, I'll tell you somethin'. I think you'll understand ..when I say that somethin' - I want to hold your hand," he sang as he squeezed Conrad's hand.