Page 104 of The Naughty List

I laugh. “Yeah, for one whole winter,” I remind her. The snow melted and the rink was taken down and I was onto the next thing.

“Come on,” she says, holding out her hands. “I’ll help you.”

I reach forward and slip my hands into hers. She works herself backward and I slowly work myself forward. She’s wearing a wide smile and her green eyes are lit up against the sun.

She nods me on. “See, I knew you could do it. It’s all muscle memory. Just let your body take over. Clear your head.”

Is that what I should do? With her, I mean. Clear my mind and let my body take over and do what comes naturally? Fuck, she’s making too many good points today. She brought her A game. She’s playing chess while I’ve been playing checkers.

We go around the rink a few times before I feel comfortable enough to let go of her hands and try it out myself. She stays at my side, cheering me on the whole way. This only reminds me of the time we came here as teenagers. I was seventeen and she was fourteen.

“I’ll be back in three hours,” her mom says as we climb out of the car.

“Bye, Mom.” She closes the passenger side door as she climbs out.

“Thanks, Mrs. B,” I say, closing the back door.

Our friends are already here waiting, set to meet up at the hot chocolate stand. We both head over, her a few steps in front of me. I can’t help but look her up and down and I know how bad that sounds. I’ll be eighteen soon and she’s only turning fifteen. Jailbait for sure! But she’s dressed like she’s about to walk down the winter wonderland runway. She’s wearing black boots that come up to her knees. Her jeans are tight, hugging her round ass and hips. She’s wearing a gray Henley shirt that’s just as tight, but it has a few buttons undone, showing a little cleavage that I didn’t even know she had. She’s wearing a white coat that only hits at her hips and it’s unzipped, showing off that growing chest of hers. Her long dark hair is curled and hanging down her back and she’s wearing a white sock hat. Her green eyes are shining bright today and when she sees our friends, she smiles bright.

We close in on them and a few guys greet me before my girlfriend, Christina, comes up to me and pulls me in for a hug. I look down and see her waiting for a kiss, so I do it quickly, not feeling comfortable doing it in front of Felicity for some reason. When I pull away from our quick kiss, I turn to see her in the arms of Chad. She’s smiling and he has his hands on her hips, whispering something to her. I glance away just as she glances at me. Then when I look back, they’re kissing. Full-on kissing in front of everyone. Now I know why she looked at me. She was seeing if I was watching. Apparently she doesn’t feel right kissing someone in front of me either.

Christina pulls me toward the ice rink and our whole group follows. We skate for a while, talk with our friends, but then everyone kind of disperses and goes their own way. I notice Chad getting off the ice and Felicity is still skating around. I look around for Christina and find her behind me with a couple of her friends, so I quickly skate up to Felicity.

“So, Chad, huh?” I ask, annoyed that I can’t hide the disgust in my voice.

She looks up at me with raised brows. “So, Christina, huh?”

I wave her off. “Christina and I have been together for months. You know that.”

“I knew when you got together. I didn’t know you were still together. I never see you with her anymore.”

I shrug. “We’re busy.”

“When are you busy? You’re almost always with me.”

“Exactly. I’m always with you, so how is it that the subject of Chad never came up?”

She shrugs. “I didn’t think you liked him and I didn’t want to fight.”

“I wouldn’t fight with you. Him maybe,” I joke, but I’m also completely serious. Already I’m trying to figure out how to pick a fight with him.

“Why are you so upset by this?” she asks, coming to a stop on the ice.

I do the same. “Who says I’m upset. I just can’t figure out why you’d try hiding it.”

“I wasn’t hiding it. God, you sound like my mother.”

“Look, I’m just concerned, okay? Chad is a douchebag. He dates girls and gets what he wants from them and then dumps them. He’s older than you too. You know he’s going to have expectations.”

She laughs. “Expectations? Like what?”

I shrug.

“Sex? You mean he’s going to want to have sex with me?”

“Felicity,” I warn.

“Well…good. Maybe I want to have sex with him.”

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