Amalia Anderson
I stared at my phone, the missed calls flashing before my face. I sighed; the little moment of peace was gone. My father has called me, then Nick Mase, Allex, and Uncle Cal... the whole cavalry has dialed my number.
I took a deep breath and went to the safest option: I texted Nick. "I am at the rink... I´ll be there later."
"Thanks for letting us know... TTYL," he texted, and I smiled.
Andrew skated towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me into his chest.
"Your family..." he said, and I nodded.
"Yeah, but I already texted Nick... so they know I am safe." I smiled, and he nodded.
"You are always safe with me..." he whispered, and then placed a tender kiss on my neck, making me weak in the knees.
"Andrew..." I mumbled, and he sighed, pressin
