and pay for my skating. Michael shifts his black Mercedes into park and turns her off, "Are you going to be okay?" he asks concerned. With a heavy heart I shrug, not even having the energy to r

steep driveway, I'm horrible at it. The few steps I do take hurt my armpits. Michael attempts to hold back his laughter at the sight of me using my

ans over catching it. His body is really close to mine, and I lose my breath for a second. Our faces are merely a few inches apart and I see

, I pull them out and unlock the door. He pushes it open for me, so I can make my way in with the crutches. I hob

ound the living ro

rents don't get back until after d

'll get take-out, while y

r you are in the mood for." "Oka

lets himself in carrying two bags of Mr. Biggs. My bag has some large fries, big mac, and a quarter p

wo chocolate milkshakes. I'm taking up most of the sofa, so Michael sits adjacent to me on the love seat. We eat every morsel of food and then start sipping our shakes staring passively at Ramsey Noah on televisi

es

el the intensity of his eyes boring into me. A

" he asks. His eyes inten

nk dating is a distraction. Mom says there's plenty

re you? You'll be off the ice for several weeks." "That's true," I confirm. His f

earing my answer wi

r kis

e. His eyes lock onto mine and he starts inching his face towards mine angling it perfectly for my first

h?" h

though, I'm d

n't want to

g and this is the icing on the cake, I just feel like I'm being swallowed if you can fe

his face speaks volumes, "Ye

him and leaves my house. It's the closest I ever came to get a first kiss, but no m