When she finally looks up and sees me, she jolts slightly. Wide hazel eyes on mine. "You scared me."
I shrug, pushing off the half wall and entering the rink, walking out onto the ice. "Didn't mean to."
She glides closer, slowing a few feet away.
"What are you doing here? Practice isn't for another hour." Her eyes move over my shoulder to the large clock I know is on the wall.
"I drove Charlie, wanted to get in some solo practice."
Her eyes narrow in confusion. In the year and a half, the two of them had been doing this - I'd never come with my sister before.
There's a second of silence.
Then my mouth opens.
"I overheard you and Charlotte yesterday."
Her shoulders lock.
She looks down at the ice.
"Oh."
Embarrassed. She won't meet my eyes.
"I wasn't trying to," I add. Not entirely true. "But you weren't exactly quiet."
Her jaw tightens.
I can almost see her replaying every word. She rocks back slightly, glancing away. Her face falls, cheeks deepening.
That does something ugly to my chest.
She swallows. "How much did you hear?"
I step closer, "You want someone to teach you how to please a guy." She cringes, eyes snapping to mine.
I can't help but grin as the flush of embarrassment turns to a shade of pink I've only ever seen on her.
"Don't say it like that, saying it like that makes it sound so, icky."
"Well, that's what you want, I heard the conversation. You want someone to give you tips."
"How much did you hear exactly?"
"Enough."
She huffs.
My grin widens and I tilt my head. "You were going to ask Justin to teach you-"
Her head snaps up. "I wasn't going to-" the words start so quickly, "I wasn't going to ask Justin." She finishes softly.
"Who were you going to ask then?"
"I hadn't decided." She mutters, avoiding my eyes.
"No prospects on which guy on this campus could teach you how to suck-"
