Page 60 of The Breaking Pointe
“Can I put an order in for you two?” the waitress asks as she enters the room.
He looks at me, raising his brow slightly. “Sushi?” “Love…”Ihesitantlyrespond,matchinghisone-worded
offer.
He looks at her, then nods and says, “Can we please get the small variety tray—and some water?”
The waitress nods, jotting down our order before she exits the room. We then look at each other again, but this time he looks concerned more than anything.
“Are you sure you like sushi? Or did you just say that?”He chuckles nervously.
“Ido,”Inodquickly,“I’mjustonthiskindofstrictdiet.
Sushi isn’t really a part of it, and that makes this a little bit disobedient of me.”I look down, immediately embarrassed.
I for sure sound like a freak now.
“C’mon, Noelle, one night? That’s not so bad. You’re itty bitty, anyway. I bet you’ll dance it right off tomorrow.” He leans forward to grab his drink.
Sweet of him to not think I’m bottom heavy in any sort of way.It only confirms that I have a very skewed way of thinking when it comes to myself.
“I’m kind of a pig when it’s not called for. Especially with sushi.” I smile, adding a breathy giggle.
Hesmiles,too,watchingme.
“You’re talking to the biggest hog there is, believe me.”He bites his bottom lip softly with a slow, assuring nod.
“Yeah, right.You’re huge and insanely ripped.That doesn’t back up that claim, at all.”My giggling turns into laughter.
His smile gets a bit wider as he continues, “I swear.I wasn’t always like this, you know.Back in the day, I could’ve easily won first prize for the biggest boy.” He chuckles.
“No way…” I shake my head, looking at his arms, then his face again.
“Way.” He nods. “About three hundred pounds, way.” “So—what happened?”I slowly rest my hand on top of
his.
“Simple.I got sick of feeling humiliated for existing.I wanted more for myself, and I knew if I just got in shape, I would get exactly that,” he says, shrugging.
“Do you feel better? Well…did you?” I allow my fingers to rub his skin softly.
“Physically,Ifeelamazing,”hesays,sittingbackmore
into the couch.
“What about mentally?” I challenge him, leaning forward a little.
He looks at me.“That’s a non-factor.”His smile dulls, but he makes it stick.
Mysmilewasgonealready,listeningtohimdismiss himself like it’s nothing.
I knew it—eyes don’t lie.
“The point is, everyone should treat themselves once in a while.” He maneuvers his fingers around my hand, giving it a quick squeeze.
Sure, I know that.I guess we both have personal issues we’re overcoming.As much as I’d like to pry at his thoughts, I’m in no way any better with how I treat myself.
The waitress is back in a few minutes, holding two small trays of a variety of sushi.I don’t have a favorite, ratherI just eat any kind as long as I have soy sauce present.It feels good to be able to consume food normally without a man jumping on my back about calorie intakes and portion sizes.I feel like I’m breathing normal air again, and dare I say it, it’s fabulously refreshing.Being around Colton is refreshing.I could watch him do normal things for hours if I were allowed to have him for myself.That’s a scary thought, consideringIwasopposedtohisadvancesnotthatlongago.
