"Rhys, you did good." He says before stepping out. He lunges forward. "I actually love these pants."
He stands and swishes his thighs past each other and the noise they make fills the shop. "Oh my god, that’s so loud!" I laugh. And also hate how good his ass looks in the ridiculous pants.
"I know. So great. I kind of want to go to the library now or something and just walk around." He says as he adjusts his wig in the mirror before he twists to check himself out.
"We could, it is yes day."
"I have something else planned next." He raises an eyebrow and heads to the register.
Find everything?The girl signs.
"Yes, I think we found exactly what we needed." I say as I sign. I elbow Duncan and then wink at the girl. "Say thank you?"
"Yes! Thank you." He says loudly as he signsfuck you.
The girl could win an Oscar for her reaction. Her face almost fawns as she reaches forward and touches Duncan’s hand. She shakes her head no, places her other hand on her heart and then signsfuck youright back at him.
I cannot control my laughter and she grins.
"I can’t believe I just communicated in a new language! I’m a fucking genius." He preens and I sign it all for my new friend at the counter.
She nods and gives him thumbs up, a universal sign of approval.
We pay for our items and put the clothes we wore, and his gigantic candy bar, into bags. Duncan waves enthusiastically on his way out and confidently signsfuck youtwo more times before we leave the shop.
"Alright, do you want to know where we’re going next?" He asks as the sun peeks through the clouds for a moment.
"Yes."
"Darn, I walked right into that one." He shakes his head. "We’re headed to Kincraig Rink!"
"Really?" I love roller skating. I used to skate through the house as a child, spending hours spinning around and around the rooms.
"Yeah! I love how excited you are for this!" Duncan brings his hands together in a loud clap as we reach the car.
Chapter fifteen
Duncan
Let the Polished Wood Do The Work
"Itshouldn’tbethishard."
"That’s what he said." Rhys replies as he spins easily in front of me to skate backwards.
"What kind of rink doesn’t have inline skates?" I demand as I stomp forward like a deer on ice with butter coated watermelons on his hooves.
"A roller rink." Rhys replies as he switches to skate forward again and while I hate how his hips move easily side to side, I’m not upset with how good his ass looks in those ridiculous pants. Just the right side of tight. "C’mon Duncan, just slide your foot out, roll your ankle a little and let the polished wood do the work."
"I’m struggling too much physically to even make sexual jokes about everything you just said."
"Looks like I figured out how to shut you up then."
"There are other ways."
"But not today." He taunts as he spins around again and faces me. "Here." He beckons me with both hands. "I’ll pull you."
I stomp towards him and grab his hands. "You’re going to owe me a pull after this alright."
