Page 64 of Just Enough

She had to say that. Now I felt the need to show off. I led her to the wall and placed her hand against it. “What are you doing?” she asked. “Don’t just leave me.”

“Just watch.” I skated backward then spun around and started moving around the circle passing everyone. I even caught a young lady’s hand and spun her around with me before letting her go and tossing my hands up in the air towards Emily.

Only she wasn’t at the wall anymore. She was wobbling out in front of everyone. They were all having to move around her as she tried to do it herself. She started tipping backward, her skates clacking over and over as her arms flayed all over the place. I was behind her before she fell, letting my hands roam over her hips as I pushed her forward. She grabbed my hands, looking back at me to make sure it was me.

She relaxed and started actually trying.Finally.She started guiding one leg out in front of her at a time. Her hips swayed underneath my palms and this was somehow sensual. It felt intimate. My hands would probably never get a chance to be all over her hips like this any other time.

She sighed, then leaned back with a smile. “Like this?”

I nodded, eyeing her lips, her smile, herhappiness.

“Here, let go. I want to try by myself,” she said.

I didn’t want to, but she was already pushing my hands aside. I fell back and watched her stumble along by herself. I stayed beside her as she circled a time or two until she got brave and decided to go faster. I already knew that would be a big mistake because she didn’t have a clue as to how to slow herself down when she came to a curve. She started looking for me and trying to slow down. She had no other choice but to smack into the wall. I bent down and started laughing so hard. I just let my skates roll me to where she was because I couldn’t hold myself up. She looked down at me rolling toward her laughing too.

“Thanks for helping,” she said.

“Just wanted to see you tongue the wall.”

“Can you not be annoying?” she asked me.

“You’d hate it if I wasn’t.” I stood up and offered my hand to her. “Wanna stick together?”

She grabbed my hand. “Yeah.”

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That night, we sat on the couch and watched a horror movie together. Emily lived for them. Throughout the movie, her head had somehow ended up in my lap where I ran my fingers through her hair.

This evening, this entire night had been amazing. Just being with Emily all the time was amazing. I didn’t ever want it to change.

Her phone lit up in front of her face with a call. She ignored it like she had been doing for the entire movie. I didn’t want to be nosy but every time it lit up in the dark room while she was laying her head on my lap, the possessiveness that ran through me was getting harder and harder to ignore.

So I finally asked casually, “Who keeps calling?”

She sighed. “Roger.”

I shouldn’t have asked. “You still talk to him?”

As if she could sense the change in my mood, she tilted her head back and looked up at me. “No, I don’t. That doesn’t mean he stops calling though.”

“What does he want?”

“For me to come back.”

I really shouldn’t have asked. “You don’t plan to, do you?”

She snorted. “What? No! I do feel bad that I couldn’t love him though, not in the way he deserved.”

I found myself relaxing and nodded. “I know exactly what you mean.”

Her eyes stayed on me. “We seek love, but we don’t know how to return it.”

“You’re still looking in all the wrong places.”

I was right under your nose.

“Then what’s your problem?”

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