“Okay, two skate fees and a skate rental. That’s $12.51.”
John pulled out his wallet and handed the kid a twenty and then looked over at me. “What size skates do you need, Red?”
John glided on the ice like it was as natural to him as walking. I, on the other hand, was tripping and flailing around like an infant learning to walk.
“Come on, Red. Don’t force it, just let your body tell you where to move.” John’s soothing voice carried over me. He had one hand on my waist to steady me and the other was trying to hold my flailing arms.
I couldn’t trust what my body would tell me. My body had done nothing but fail me lately. “I’m trying.”
My toe dipped forward and I tripped, falling forward, but then John’s arms were there to catch me. He spun around so he was facing me and pulled me up. He wrapped an arm around my waist and put his other hand on my chin, tipping it up so that I was forced to meet his eyes. “That’s the problem, Red. You’re trying too hard. You need to just let go. Don’t you ever just relax?”
“What?” I struggled to stay on my feet, feeling the skates give way underneath me. But John gripped tighter onto my waist and I pulled myself to stand on the thin blades.
“You always seem too put together, like you’re calculating every move you make. The first time I saw you, you intrigued me. Not just the fact that you looked beyond hot in that Hermione costume, but how even more beautiful you’d look if I could just get you to let go. I wanted to be the one to do that to you. Just me and me alone.” He moved his hand from my chin and pushed a fallen curl behind my ear. “That night you found out about the cancer was one of realest I’d ever seen you. You let yourself go. You let me in and I got to see the side of you that wasn’t so wound up. Granted it wasn’t a pleasant experience, but I was glad that you opened up.”
“I’m not wound up,” I protested. Though, I wasn’t so sure of that, even when I was saying it. He was sort of right. There was a certain way I liked things done. I didn’t want surprises. I practically planned out my whole life and was used to the routine. That’s the way I liked it. Then John and cancer came into my life and all my plans went out the window.
“It’s not a bad thing. Your studious side is pretty sexy.” He leaned in closer, his lips on my ear. “But there was nothing hotter than watching you come undone on the dance floor for me.”
My whole body heated up from his words. “That was different.”
“Why do you think I was so drawn to you? I wanted to get to know the girl behind the Hermione sweater and when you let go, it’s incredibly hot. So let go, Red.” He nibbled at my earlobe and then his lips trailed down to my neck, his teeth nipping at the soft skin.
A low moan gathered in my stomach and burst through my mouth. I tried to hold it in, but the feeling of his warm lips was enough to turn me into a puddle of jelly.
His lips were back on my ear. “As much as I would like to see you come undone again here, I think we need to try this skating thing again.” He pushed back, grabbing onto both of my hands and pulling me with him as he glided across the floor backwards.
“Are you serious right now?” I pushed my legs forward, trying to shift my feet without falling as he moved like it was no big deal.
“Come on, let go.” His eyes pleaded with mine as he pulled me in a circle around the small skating rink.
The other two girls weren’t even paying attention to us and the guy at the snack counter hadn’t looked up once from his phone, yet I was still afraid to fall. It wasn’t that I was afraid of hurting myself on the ice or even embarrassing myself in front of John. It was something else. Something almost primal that wouldn’t let me.
Then John dropped his hands from mine, but still stayed only a foot away from me, skating backwards, slowly.
“Why did you do that?” I kept my hands out in front of me, my feet still moving forward, but clumsily like I would slip at any moment. “Hold my hand!” I reached forward, but he skated backwards, just barely out of reach.
“John!”I screeched.
He smiled, barely showing any teeth. “Come on, Red. You can either keep skating or you can fall. You’ll never know what’s going to happen unless you try.”
“This isn’t funny!” I stumbled forward, trying to reach for his hands, but every time I got closer, he was quicker and moved out of the way.
“What’s it going to be, Red? Skate or fall?” He raised an eyebrow.
“I don’t know what kind of psychological thing you are trying to pull here, but it isn’t funny!” I lurched forward, hoping to fall into his arms, but he moved too fast. My feet gave out first, slipping on the ice like butter on a frying pan. My legs went airborne and I moved too fast to even blink or move my arms to soften the blow. Instead, I fell chest first onto the cold ice below, followed by my face.
John was by my side, pulling me up to my knees. But that didn’t stop the pain from exploding onto my body. The cold ice soaked through my clothes and my nose felt like it was bent in half.
“Are you okay?” John’s voice was soft and concerned, but at that moment I was angry at him for letting me fall.
“No!” I threw his hands down and then tried to stand up by myself but then ended up falling down hard on my butt. I’d probably have a bruise there to add to all of my internal ones. “OW.”
He pulled me up to my feet. I gave in and let him, since obviously I couldn’t control my own feet. “I think I broke my nose,” I whined.
He turned to face me. “I don’t think it’s broken, maybe just bent.”
“Easy for you to say, you’re not the broken one.” I touched my nose, which just made it hurt worse and I winced.
“You’re not broken either, Melanie.”
I met his eyes. He rarely ever called me Melanie. Instead of smiling, he was deadly serious. “I know what you’re trying to do,” I whispered.
“And what is that?” He leaned in, pressing his forehead to mine.
“Trying to make me feel better.”
“And I’m never going to try to stop trying. You’re stuck with me. Broken or not, I’m not going anywhere.”
I let out a slow breath, closing my eyes. “I want to go home.”
“Melanie...”
I closed my eyes tighter. I didn’t want to see him. I wanted this date to make me forget about my surgery. To forget about all the bad shit. Now I didn’t want to think about anything but sleeping it away. “I said I just want to go home.”
Chapter 20
My first date with John wasn’t exactly everything that I hoped it would be. I had to ice my face the rest of the weekend and my bruised nose made it look like I got in a fight. Going back to class on Monday wasn’t any better.
“Hey, Red, how’s the nose doing?” John plopped down in the seat next to me like he didn’t have a care in the world.
I glared forward, willing myself not to look at him. “You’re the one who put it there, so if you don’t mind I would like to focus on the lecture since finals are coming up.”
The girls in front of us glanced over their shoulders, looks of disgust on their faces.
I smirked. “Don’t get ahead of yourself, ladies. I fell ice skating, he’s not beating me or getting me involved in some weird sex act.” That got them to turn back around.
“Since when does sex involve bruises? What kind of stuff are you into, Red?” He leaned in, his voice low and almost right at my ear.
“I am not talking to you, John,” I said through gritted teeth.
