Page 30 of Switching Skates
“Oh God, no.”Shit. “I mean, I’ve got to run to … Maeve’s place and fix a … thing.”
He studies me curiously. “Oh … kay.” He chuckles. “You know you could just be honest and say you’re going to see Daphne instead of making up some kind of excuse, right?”
My heart skips a beat at the mention of my name. What does he mean by that?
“No. I’m not going there for her,” I mumble.
He pats me on the back with a knowing smirk on his lips. “Still in denial about that whole thing, huh? All right, buddy. Well, have fun over there.”
He chuckles, his smirk shifting into a smile as he walks away into the living room.
I don’t have the time or mental effort to unpack any of that right now. I just need to get out of here.
I throw the door open and slip outside, shutting it behind me. Making the short trek toward Mason’s pickup parked on the street, I chuckle at how quickly I jog across a distance that would normally take me twice as long to travel.
God, I feel like I could nearly fly with these legs if I ran fast enough. Something big shifts between my thighs.
What is that?
I slam to a halt the second I reach the sidewalk. I’ve been too in my head and caught up in the moment that I didn’t even notice it right away when I started running. Oh God. Oh no.
I shift my legs side to side, and a shiver shakes its way up my spine.
Does this thing always feel so obnoxious?
Slowly stepping forward, I feel his dick sway to the side. Oh, he’s not wearing underwear, so it’s just hanging all over the place.
I smack my hand to my face and gasp.
Widening my stance, I feel it hang straight beneath me, a sensation I am never going to be able to shake or get used to. Jesus, does this thing weigh five pounds?
Walking on my tiptoes with my legs, like, five feet apart, I round the pickup, glancing around and making sure no one is watching me walk the rest of the way like a damn crab.
Unlocking the door with the bronze truck key, I squeeze myself into the front seat.
Why does he still drive this old thing? He barely fits in it!
Shutting the door behind me, I lock it out of habit, like I do in my own car, before a thought dawns on me.
I wonder if there’s been a day in his life he’s felt the need to do that.
I doubt anyone would mess with me right now. I tower over most of the population, and I’m probably stronger than them too.
My brain automatically starts sorting this insane situation into two columns—pros and cons. Pro: I don’t have to lock my car right now because in his body, I’m not fearing for my life. Con: It feels like there’s an alien dangling between my legs right now.
Pushing the key in the ignition and revving it to life, I take a second to be thankful that this old pickup isn’t a stick shift like his first truck was. Because if that was the case, I would be stuck here indefinitely.
Turning the radio up just loud enough to hear the music to help calm me down, I shake my shoulders out and pull the gearshift down behind the steering wheel, switching it from park to drive.
Maeve’s car is gone when I pull into the driveway, thank God. That will make this a lot easier without having to try to fool her. She’s too aware for that trick. She would sense something was up immediately.
I park his truck and quickly make my way into the house, using the hidden key we keep safely tucked away outside in the rocks.
It is bizarre, seeing the house, inside and out, from this height. Everything looks soooo different, and there’s dust in places I didn’t even know dust could be.
Eww.
Focus on that later.
