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Chapter Sixteen
Nick
She’s all smiles as we enter the skating rink. At the counter, I pay for our admittance and give the teenager our shoe sizes. Two pairs of skates are placed on the counter, and for the third – or maybe tenth time today – I question my decision for tonight’s date. Nothing about roller skates says romantic night out, but when I look over at Meghan’s bright, happy face, I decide any amount of embarrassment I’m about to endure tonight will very well be worth it.
“Can we order pizza too?” she asks when we find an open bench to change from our shoes into the skates.
“Definitely. What kinda date do you think this is?”
“Well, I didn’t want to assume,” she replies, again that wide smile on her lips, as she grabs her skates. “Crap. I don’t have socks.”
“Shit. Me either. Oh, wait. They have disposable socks at the counter,” I say, mentally slapping myself upside the head for forgetting to think of that part. I run up to the counter and grab two pairs of the cheap unisex, thin socks for a dollar, and bring them back to our bench. “They aren’t the best, but they should keep us from getting blisters.”
We both don our sexy brown and blue roller skates and head toward the rink. “This was easier when I was younger,” she says, laughing as we both gingerly try to walk.
“Right? I’m starting to think this was a horrible idea. My injury recoup time is much greater now than it was back in the day,” I reply as we grab the ledge of the rink and step through the doorway.
“Here goes nothing,” she says, pushing off and slowly moving out into where traffic is. “You coming?”
Is that a loaded question? I’m not, but I would like to be. But that’s probably not the right answer to her question when we’re thirty minutes into our first official date. “Yep.” I push off the side and glide to where she’s standing.
“We got this,” she says, offering me another award-winning grin, as she reaches for my hand. My entire body fires to life as my bigger one wraps around hers. Together, we push off with one foot and join the crowd of skaters, though at a slightly slower pace.
It all starts to come back to me as we both begin to feel more comfortable on our skates. We both pick up speed, yet we never let go of our hands. We start to keep pace with the faster skaters, though neither of us attempts any of the fancy footwork or moves of the experienced ones.
“I used to be able to do that,” she says, pointing to a girl who lifts one leg in the air and weaves through the crowd on one leg.
“Maybe after pizza?”
“Definitely. All of my best moves come out after dinner,” she says, making my cock twitch in my shorts. Nope, he definitely wouldn’t mind seeing her moves.
We skate to about a half-dozen songs, both of us red-cheeked from exertion and a bit on the sweaty side. “Ready for food?” I ask, not ready to admit aloud that my feet are screaming in the skates.
“Starving. I forgot how much of an appetite you work up,” she says as we make our way to the doorway. From there, we head into the adjoining room where you order food and sit and rest.
“Anything special on your pizza?”
“Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten,” she teases. No, I haven’t forgotten. Not one bit. I actually remember quite a bit of random details about Miss Meghan Summer, but I try not to flaunt it. There’s a fine line between observant and stalker.
“Sausage and mushroom,” I state when we reach the counter. She nods with a grin, which makes me feel a bit like Superman. I could conquer anything if she just keeps smiling like that. It’s a hell of a lot better than the tears I’ve witnessed over the last few years.
“Can I help you?”
“Large sausage and mushroom pizza with two Sprites, please,” I order, pulling my wallet from my shorts. After she hands me my change and our order number, Meghan and I take our drinks and head toward an open table.
“My feet are going to be sore tomorrow,” she says, dropping into the chair across from me. “I forgot how strenuous this is.”
“Me too. Maybe this wasn’t my best idea,” I reply, reaching over and grabbing her hands.
“No, it was a perfect idea. I haven’t been in decades, and I’m happy that I got the chance to skate again. I’m having a great time.”
“You are?” I ask, not able to stop my own smile.
“The best,” she replies, squeezing my hands with her own. “Maybe even the best first date I’ve ever been on,” she adds casually with a shrug, but then realization seems to set in.
“It’s okay, if it’s not the best,” I assure her, caressing her knuckles with my thumbs. My finger grazes over the ring on her finger, a subtle reminder of the pain she still carries.
Her eyes still sparkle, but you can see as she gets lost in a memory. “No, it really is the best first date. I know what you’re thinking, and I appreciate it, but the first time Josh took me out was just your average, typical date.”
