“It’s not as easy as it looks.”
I’m sure that’s true, but then again, it’s Frisbee. I mean, sure, the guys were doing all kinds of weird moves, if you can call them that, but it’s not all that difficult.
“If you say so,” I tease back.
He puts his bag down and digs in for the disc. “Come on. We’ll do a quick tutorial.”
“I’m good. I’m not dressed to play.”
Killian’s eyes roam my body from top to bottom. “I promise, you won’t ruin anything.”
Just my resolve.
I let out a long sigh. “Promise?”
He crosses his heart and lifts two fingers. “Scout’s honor.”
“I’m pretty sure that’s not the sign.”
“Probably not. Trust me?” he asks with his hand outstretched.
It’s not him I don’t trust, it’s me. I’m weak around him.
However, I’m unable to stop myself from reaching out and taking his hand. He leads me onto the field, handing me the disc.
“Okay, you got me here, now what?” I ask.
“Take the disc in your dominant hand, and I want you to flick it to me.”
Sounds easy enough. I step forward the way he did, as I was pretending I wasn’t watching, and flick my wrist. It flies right to him.
“Like that?” I ask as he catches it effortlessly.
“Exactly like that. Ready to catch?”
I nod. He tosses it right to me, and I should’ve caught it, but as it hits my hand it bounces before I can grab it and it flops to the ground.
“Well shit.”
Killian chuckles. “Try to catch it with two hands to start.”
Right, not that I saw him do that once, but then again I’ve only ever done this on a beach with my brother on the one family vacation we went on.
I throw it back to him and again, the ass catches it with one hand and he had to jump because it was definitely not a good throw.
“Sorry!” I say quickly.
“You’re fine. You’ve done this one time, you’re already better than Lachlan.”
I laugh. “He didn’t look that bad, I mean, I don’t know what good looks like, but…”
“Trust me, he’s our weakest link.”
“I’ll take your word for it.”
“Ready?”
Right. I have to catch it. “Hit me.”
