Page 53 of Hot Four Teacher
As we are walking around a steep curve in the path, I step on a rock wrong, andkerplunk.
I fall right on my ass, twisting my ankle on the way down.
“Holy shit, Michelle!” Dane cries while rushing to me. “Are you okay?”
“I think so,” I say as he helps me sit up. “Just a little embarrassed and even more clumsy.”
“Don’t be embarrassed. It happens to the best of us.”
“Dane, while I appreciate you being so nice, I hardly think you trip over your own feet and fall down.”
Kneeling to get a better look at my ankle, he smiles up at me. “You’d be surprised.”
He lightly grabs my foot and begins to rotate it. “Tell me if anything hurts.”
“It’s a little tender but not too bad.”
He helps me to stand up, and I’m about to put some pressure on it. It’s not comfortable, but I can handle it. I pushed out a baby with no drugs. My pain tolerance is fairly high.
“Come on,” he says. “How about we go back to my place? I’ll make us some food, and we can ice your ankle.”
“That sounds nice.” I smile.
As we start making our way back to his truck, I realize my ankle is a bit worse than I thought. I can still walk on it but much more slowly now, and mind you, I wasn’t exactly quick to begin with.
I am mortified that things have gone this way. This is my second date in a decade, and I’m off to a fantastic start.
Just when I think there’s no way it can get any worse, the sky opens up, and rain starts to fall.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
We both stop walking and just stare at each other.
It takes about five seconds, but we both start laughing. Hysterically laughing.
“I’m not sure things could get much worse.” I regret the words as soon as they exit my mouth because the light rain almost immediately turns into a torrential downpour.
That makes us laugh even harder, but we try to reel it in when thunder booms in the distance.
“Shit, we better get out of here,” Dane says. “Looks like things are about to get nasty.”
We get on the move once again, but the problem is that I’m not moving very quickly.
Dane stops and looks at me. Before I can ask what’s wrong, he says, “Don’t be mad at what I’m about to do, okay?”
“Uh, alright.” I barely get the words out before he picks me up and slings me over his shoulder.
I make a noise that can only be described as an excited yelp.
“Sorry, beautiful,” he says as we begin to move at a much quicker pace than we were a moment ago. “We need to get out of here before the weather gets much worse.”
“Totally understand,” I respond as my eyes are level with his butt. It’s a nice butt–as far as butts go.
To be honest, nothing about this is bad for me. I mean, maybe it’s a bit uncomfortable, but there is something ridiculously hot about Dane being ableto hoist me over his shoulder and carry me like it’s nothing.
“Tell me if you need a break,” he says.
“I think you may need a break before I do. You’re the one doing all the heavy lifting,” I say. “But maybe you should be worried about if someone sees us like this, it looks like you’re kidnapping me or something.”
