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“And you know I want to look like a responsible, reliable captain.”
I know where this is going. “I don’t see what this has to do with me.”
“Hartley, I’m going to teach you how to skate.”
CHAPTER13
RORY
“Bend your knees.”
“I’m going to fall.”
“You’re not going to fall.” I hold her waist, guiding her from behind as she skates at a glacial pace, wobbling. “I won’t let you.”
On every side of us, people skate in a big circle around the community center while music plays. A disco ball scatters dancing lights across Hazel’s hair.
“Do you think he saw us?” she asks.
Her hair smells nice. Light and pretty, like vanilla or cookies or something. “Who?”
“Ward.”
Right. The whole reason we’re here. On the other end of the arena, Ward is in a roped-off section with a bunch of toddlers, teaching them to skate. They’re all faster than Hartley.
“He saw me taking photos with people when we arrived.”
She makes a noise of acknowledgement and keeps shuffling on the ice.
My eyes drop to her ass. Fucking hell, those yoga leggings. I think about her not wearing panties under her yoga clothes, and arousal tightens in my groin.
I’m a fucking asshole, but I’ve pictured making her come a thousand times. It would change my whole life, watching her unravel because of me. She’s so in control, and making her arch and melt and cry out in pleasure would make my fucking life.
“Miller.” My head snaps up, and she’s looking at me over her shoulder with a small smirk. “Were you staring at my ass?”
“Yes.” I grin. “It’s the leggings.”
She laughs and shakes her head. “Gross.” I let go of her waist, and her eyes widen in fear. “Don’t.” Her hands come to mine, holding them against her, and my blood beats with pride. “I’m not ready.”
She’s so cute. “Hartley, you’re doing great. I’m going to skate beside you for a bit.”
She makes a strangled noise but lets my hands go free, and I move to her side. We’re the slowest people on the ice, but she doesn’t seem to notice.
Her eyes lift to my face. “You don’t need to look so pleased.”
I throw my hands up, laughing. “I’m not.”
“You’re gloating.”
“I’m having fun with you.”
It’s the truth. Hanging out with Hartley like this, I’m relaxed. She looks away, but she’s smiling. On her next step forward, her skate slips, and she gasps as she catches herself.
“You got this,” I tell her, hovering.
She slips her gloved hand into mine, and my heart jumps into my throat as I stare down at where our hands are joined. Jittery nerves coil in my chest.
“We’re supposed to be a couple,” she says, not looking at me. “And I don’t want to fall.”
