Fuck, she’s beautiful.
She pats her hair self-consciously, smooths her hand over her shirt, her jeans. “It’s not fancy, I know. But you said we’d be skating and I figured…”
I take her hand. “It’s perfect.”
Plus, I’ll get to stare at her ass in those jeans all night.
“Okay,” she whispers.
“Ready to go?”
“Yeah.”
“You have a jacket? The rink will be cold.”
“Oh, I’ll go grab one?—”
“No,” I say, snagging my sweatshirt from the back of the chair. “Take this one.”
I slip it over her head, don’t even try to deny that I like her wearing my things, then take her hand. “You ready?”
Hazel eyes on mine for several heartbeats.
Then her fingers squeeze mine and she says, “Let’s go.”
“Whoa!”I say, reaching for Finn as she flails and almost falls.
I catch her, drawing her close so she doesn’t trip and go down.
Except that meansIgo down.
Hard.
I grunt at the impact. Then grunt again when she lands on top of me in a heap.
“Sorry.” She winces and pushes off me, one hand on my chest, the other on my stomach.
I grunt a third time.
Cold is seeping into my back, my legs, and Christ, myass…
It hurts.
“Are you okay?” she asks.
I flip over to my knees, wrap my arm around her middle, and deliberately haul her against me. “I’m fine,” I tell her as I maneuver us to our feet.
Aside from my ass hurting like a motherfucker.
“You don’t sound fine,” she says as I help her slowly start moving forward again.
I bend, slant my mouth over hers. “I’mfine,” I say when I pull back. “Now, have I met a worse skater in my entire life? No, I don’t think so.”
She gasps. “It’s not easy!”
“Yeah, Idoknow that.”
“Sure, Mr. Glides Around Effortlessly.Sureit’s hard for you.”
