Page 62 of Revolve
In my periphery, a few girls I don’t recognize wave at me from the sidelines. I wave back and notice Sierra watching me. “What?”
“Aren’t you going to go over there? They seem … eager.”
I shake my head. “Unfortunately for them, I’m off the market.”
Sierra furrows her brow. “You?”
“Yup, I’m saving myself for marriage.”
She snorts out a laugh. “You couldn’t save yourself for marriage if you tried.”
Fucking feels like that’s exactly what I’m doing. “Are you trying to tempt me?”
“You’d know if I was trying to tempt you, Dylan,” she says. “And you wouldn’t last a second.”
“Wanna bet?”
She shakes her head. “I like bets that make me work for it.”
“I can make you work for it, Sierra. For as long as you want. As hard as you want.”
A new energy spark between us, like someone’s lit a match. This time when we twist and turn, we don’t lose eye contact. That’s when I feel the change in her. It’s like a firework shooting up from the ground, and into me. Because she nods once, and then my hands draw her in from her waist, and I toss her forward. One, two, three,fourtwists, and she lands with posture so clean, I’m left blinking in pure fucking awe. She just did a quad twist.
She gasps when she does, eyes shooting to mine. We’re both wide-eyed.
“Holy shit,” she whispers just as I do.
And then she’s in my arms again. Crashing into me harder than ever. Sierra lets me lift her up as she wraps her legs around my waist and puts her hands on my shoulders. A loud, uninhibited laugh bursts from her before she buries her face in the crook of my neck. Her sweet cherry smell clouds my senses, and I suppress the satisfied groan rising from my chest.
“You did it,” I say.
“Wedid it,” she corrects, vibrating with excitement. I can feel her breathe out a disbelieving chuckle, pressing her cold cheek right against mine. Her arms tighten around me, and her blunt nails press into the fabric of my cotton T-shirt. The rush of having her want to hold me this tight makes my blood burn hotter.
My lips brush right against her ear, her cold skin against my mouth. “I’m so proud of you, baby.”
A slight tremor runs through her. “Me too,” she whispers.
Slowly, I glide us back to Lidia so I can keep Sierra in my arms a while longer.
“Krasivo. What did I tell you?” Lidia shouts. “Slow and steady.”
“Slow and steady,” I repeat to Lidia, because Sierra is clinging to me, and I’m not ready to let her go.
Lidia’s smile slips just momentarily. I’m not sure what she sees, but whatever it is, it makes her clear her throat and clap twice. “Let’s end on a good note. See you tomorrow.”
“We should celebrate,” I whisper to Sierra, pressing the words to the cold shell of her ear.
She pulls back and I put her down. “You and me?”
I stare at her. “Who else?”
“Like a date?” Her nose scrunches like she’s repulsed by the idea, still avoiding eye contact.
I clear my throat. “As friends.”
“Oh, so we’re friends now?” Her lips quirk. She’s struggling with a knot on her skate. I lift her leg and wedge it between my knees, undoing her laces for her. She watches me carefully, a hint of something unreadable in her gaze. “Can I bring a friend?”
I shrug. “Sure.”
