Page 14 of At the Edge with You

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip as she looks down, her cheeks flushing as my stomach continues to flutter like crazy. I inhale a deep breath, my chest rising, before I let it out in whoosh. “How are you?”

She shrugs. “I’m all right. You?”

“Same,” I agree, our eyes meeting once more. “It’s good to see you.”

“You too.” She wraps her arms around her waist a little tighter, and I wish it were my arms holding her. We continue to stare at each other, just like we did yesterday, and I’m captivated by her. I don’t want to look away because I don’t want to forget how gorgeous she is before she walks out of my life once more. Neither of us says a word, nor do we move. We just stare as the air around us thickens.

I can see her mind swirling in her eyes. She’s always been a thinker, her brain working overtime. I find it endearing how her eyes darken, her lips part, and she zones out as she lets her brain take over.

Is she thinking of me?

Is she plagued by the memories of us as I am?

I wonder what she’d do if I took her face in my hands.

Just to feel her sweet cheeks in my palms.

“JT, Fable, we’re ready.”

We both jump, our little bubble popped, before I glance over to find Jami Altrose, the Winthrops’ lawyer, standing in the doorway of the study. I look back at Fable just as she’s turning to head down the hall. I watch as she walks away, taking in theway her ass sways, and my eyes fall shut as my fists clench at my sides.

Why didn’t I say more? Why didn’t I tell her how gorgeous she is? Or how watching her skate last night brought me a joy I didn’t realize I was missing? I should ask her more. Did she enjoy traveling for the Olympic tours? How has her life been? How it’s going, coaching up in Chicago?

Has she thought of me?

Does she miss me?

Anything to keep her in front of me.

Fuck.

That didn’t go how I wanted it, but nothing has ever gone my way when it comes to my ice princess.

CHAPTER

SEVEN

Fable

My whole body is prickly, my heart is pounding like mad in my chest, and I feel like I am in the middle of a takeoff, ready for my triple axel and not knowing if I’ll land it with ease and confidence or by the grace of God.

Or if I’ll fall flat on my ass.

Every single part of me is vibrating.

I have the urge to run to my room, call my therapist, and tell her I felt something.

One touch.

His eyes.

His little smirk.

All that, and I felt the gush of wetness.

My clit tingles.

Holy shit, what does this mean?

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