"You look guilty when you blush."
I turn my head away and he laughs softly.
"Come on, let's go. Before someone finds us and thinks this is something it's not." He says, reaching for the door and opening it.
My stomach tightens.
There's a beat of silence where I almost want to just walk out and figure out what exactly the emotion is that I'm feeling.
But instead, I find myself laughing, though it falls flat even to my ears.
"Relax. I'm not confusing this.”
He freezes for a second and I avoid his eyes when his head whips towards me. It helps that the cupboard is so much darker than the hall, almost hiding me in shadow.
"Good." He says a little too quickly. He pushes the door open further. "Coast is clear."
Chapter 22
Tip twenty-two; Don't forget to praise your partner. Tell them how good it feels, how they feel so good inside you, you love their hands on you, touching you etc.
Ivy
Ice flicks up into the air as the boys skate around, the puck sliding between them.
I watch, riveted on the game, seeing my brother with the puck, skating around the outside of the opposing team when suddenly a body is being slammed into the plexiglass right in front of us. I wince, blinking at the sudden violence, and look for the persons jersey number, eyes widening when I see Asher's number twelve staring back at me.
"What the heck!" Charlie exclaims, "he just shoved Asher into the glass, he didn't have the puck!" Her eyes are wide with outrage and I mirror it, watching as Asher pushes off the glass and turns towards the person who shoved him, pushing him back before everything is stopped by the other team and referees.
The fight is cut off so quickly that the crowd erupts in boos. I wince, eyes taking in the blood I can see smeared on the plexiglass.
I hadn't seen Asher since him and the team got back a few days ago, when he'd asked me to meet him here-
Charlotte clears her throat and glances at me as the final buzzer sounds, her eyes lingering just a fraction longer than usual.
"Can I ask you something?" she says casually, tugging her jacket tighter around herself.
"Sure," I reply, dragging my eyes away from the retreating backs of Asher and Leon.
She doesn't look at me when she speaks. Keeps her eyes on the emptying ice. "That guy you mentioned. The... mystery one. The one helping you."
My stomach dips.
"What about him?"
She shrugs. "Nothing. Just wondering." Then, softer, like it doesn't matter. "If you were... dating someone... you'd tell me, right?"
The question catches me off guard and I almost choke, . "Obviously."
Her eyes finally flick to mine.
"Even if it was complicated?" she presses, her gaze lingering on mine.
I laugh, trying to deflect as my heart pounds. "You know me, I don't really do complicated," I lie lightly.
She hums, then straightens, the moment gone as fast as it came. She stands, wiping her hands on her jeans to warm them up, before checking the time.
"Want to come back to mine? Quiet night in watching teen wolf?" I ask, following her to a standing position.
