Page 38 of Off The Ice


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His face flushes red. “No. My shoulder is feeling fine.” He replies, avoiding meeting my eyes.

I narrow my eyes at him, not really believing a thing that comes out of his mouth right now.

I relent eventually. He’s making me soft. I hate it.

I usher him over to the couch in the living room making him sit before I crouch before him making sure he meets my eyes this time.

“You can tell me if something is bothering you, Carter. You know that right?” His face turns a deeper red as he diverts his eyes.

I roll mine in return. Men.

“What do you want for dinner tonight? I’ll cook for you this time, promise.” I wink at him with a wide grin on my face.

What is the matter with him right now? I’ve never known him to be this quiet. It’s almost unnerving.

I speak again. “Earth to Carter.” I snap my fingers in front of his face. “What do you feel like eating?”

He shrugs lightly before mumbling, “I don’t know. Whatever you want.”

I tilt my head to contemplate him.

Fine. Be like that, I guess.

I sigh as I move to sit on the other end of the couch and switch the TV on.

Flicking through the channels, I settle on ‘How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days’. Such a good movie.

His head snaps to me. “Turn that shit off.” He grits out, reaching for the remote.

I turn to meet him. “Oh, so now you want to talk to me?”

He rolls his eyes at that but says nothing.

“No, seriously Levi. You’re not two. Use your fucking words.” I snap, before straightening to lean back on the couch, crossing my arms over my chest.

I hear him shuffle out of the room, feeling him take the heavy mood with him.


LEVI

I’m lying on my bed. On my side so I’m staring out across the lake.

I was fucking rude.

I know I was. I didn’t mean to be.

I was feeling awkward after the past couple of hours, and I didn’t know how to deal with that.

She heard me. And even if she didn’t put it all together, I’m embarrassed.

I let out a sigh before deciding I should head down to see Scarlett. Maybe apologise. Depends on if she wants to test me or not, I guess.

Getting out of bed, I walk downstairs expecting her to be in the living room. She’s not.

Fuck. Where did she go? Did I piss her off that much?

I move through the house to the back deck, but the sight through the window makes me pause.