Page 109 of Pinkie Promise

“How’d you always smell so damn good, baby?” I murmur, walking slowly over to the nearest seat so that I can set her down and help her put her skates on.

Before I get her sat down her hands fly to my face, her fingers moving delicately as she inspects my cut.

Over the days that we’ve been apart this week she’s been texting me for daily updates. I wanted to play it up at first because her petting me is damn addictive, but after around three days the cut was basically completely healed.

But Fallon’s still looking at me like I’m a wounded soldier and – I have to admit it – I’m loving her affection.

“The bruising has almost faded,” she says quietly, stroking a knuckle over the slight mark.

I smirk as I free her skates from the box and lower myself down onto one knee, asking her teasingly, “You gonna miss my black eye?”

She squirms a little on the seat, her cheeks growing pink, because I know damn well that she loved me looking like a bruiser.

I wink at her and she swallows a little gulp.

Then I pull her trainers off and begin sliding her feet into her skates.

“You looked like you were in a good mood when you came in here,” I tell her, wrenching her laces taut so that I can tie the boots as securely as possible.

“I had a lot of closure this morning,” she admits with a smile.

My eyes fly straight up to hers and my fingers pause their pulling, because the word ‘closure’ doesn’t exactly sound great to her new boyfriend.

“Oh my God, no, I didn’t mean with us!” she says quickly, and I drop my head straight down to her thighs, letting out a groan of relief.

She leashes her fingers through my hair and my shoulder muscles immediately relax.

I grind my forehead against the heat of her lap for a few more seconds, calming my breathing, before pulling away and getting back to work on her laces.

“I mean with school stuff and cheer stuff,” she continues, her hands moving down to massage the back of my neck.

I arch into her touch, grunting, and she works her fingers into me harder.

“I got an email from Parker Ward, the professor who I originally wanted to be my referee, and she was all apologetic about not being able to help me with the grant submission. I mean, she could be totally lying but it sounds like she’s had an insane few months, and you never know what someone’s going through, so it felt good to get some closure on that because it also all worked out anyway. My new referee did an amazing job.”

I nod my head and get to work on her other skate.

“And then on top of that I ran into Blair. You know, the girl who kind of gave me two concussions?”

This time, I stop completely, stilling my hands so that I can look up at Fallon’s face. I’ve never met the chick who got Fallonbenched from her comp squad and I don’t exactly have great feelings about her.

“What’d she say?” I ask, my jaw ticking slightly.

Fallon giggles at my murderous expression and leans forward to press a kiss to my mouth.

I’m immediately kissing her back full force, wrapping one hand up in her hair as I slide my tongue inside of her.

“Hunter,” she laughs, scrunching her nose like I’m embarrassing her. Maybe she thinks that there are cameras in the rink or something and we’ll get caught on tape.

Seeing as there actuallyarecameras in the rink I ease up on mauling her.

“Basically,” she says, flipping her hair over her shoulder, and exposing the swells of her fucking beautiful breasts. “Basically, she was all embarrassed about what happened. She told me that she ended up dropping Whitney a bunch of times too – not that that makes things any better. I mean, that actually makes things worse – but she told me that, even though she’d always wanted to do competitive college cheer, she realised that she was severely messing things up for the squad, so she’s stepped down off the team and she’s going to take over the managing side of things next year instead. I mean, it doesn’t take away from the fact that I literally couldn’t compete this year and therefore I became ineligible for the Master’s sport scholarship but…” Fallon shrugs and gives me a cute smile. “I guess everything happens for a reason right? If I hadn’t been kicked off the team then I wouldn’t… I wouldn’t have met…”

I feel my heart stop momentarily in my chest.

If Fallon hadn’t been kicked off the team, then she wouldn’t have met me.

It’s not an option. The thought of us not being together is something I won’t even let her comprehend.

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