Page 45 of Plight
I stopped in my tracks, spoon poised. “Where? On your back?”
“Yep. You can eat and talk, and I can take care of the walking.”
“No!”
“Why not?”
“Because.”
“Because isn’t an answer.”
“Elliot, have you ever been piggybacked while wearing a dress before?”
“Of course not.”
“Then that’s why.”
“That’s a stupid explanation. Get on.”
“Nooo.”
I tried to walk past him but he secured my waist. “Come on. It will be just like when we used to walk home from school together, when you complained that your legs were allergic to walking, except you won’t be holding our backpacks this time.”
Pursing my lips, I tried not to smile at the memory of me draped over Elliot’s shoulders, one backpack on my back and the other in my hands, dangling in front of his chest.
He bent over. “Come on. I know you want to.”
“Ugh! Okay. You do realise that anyone behind us is bound to see my arse.”
“Good. I’ll ask them to take a picture for me.”
“Ha ha, very funny.” I placed my yogurt cup on top of a mailbox and hiked up my dress, stopping it from riding any higher than the apex of my legs. “Ready?” I asked, preparing to jump.
“Go for it.”
Placing my hands on his shoulders, I leaped onto his back and wrapped my legs around his hips. He secured them with his arms and hiked me up even farther.
“Oh my God!” I squealed. “Please don’t drop me.”
“I won’t.”
“Good, because I’ll take you down with me. Just sayin’.”
He laughed. “I’ve no doubt you will. Now, don’t forget your yogurt.”
“Elliot! I’m slipping,” I cried, desperately trying not to tip the last of my yogurt down his chest. Mind you, licking it off could be fun. No, Danielle! No licking, remember?
“Hold on, we’re nearly there.”
“Quick!” I slid down his back a little more, my arms locking around his neck, forcing a choking sound from his throat.
“Can’t … breathe.”
“Hurry up then.”
“Egggg.”
“What?”
