"The smile on your face tells me I speak the truth."
I rolled my eyes, as I tried to bite back a smile. My attempt was just a failure. We passed the emu farm again. The man that we saw earlier was still playing with the same strand of lights on the side that we were moving on. I could not wait to get back inside our house. I really hated winter, but being near Nick actually made things not so bad.
"I don't think I've ever been this happy to see our home," I spoke through chattering teeth.
"We can run there to get the blood pumping."
I narrowed my eye.
"I don't think so dude," I muttered.
Nick started to jog, pulling me along with him.
I yelped, "Ah stop, I'm going to trip and fall, that's not very fun!"
He slowed down grinning down at me now interlacing our hands once again.
"I hate you."
Nick raised an eyebrow at me.
"I can tell. If you tongue the ones you hate like you did on Thanksgiving you can hate me all that you want."
I slapped Nick's shoulder as he laughed loudly as we waltzed into our community. I was impressed that Nick had remembered his own key. I put my coat on a chair when we got in as Nick closed the door behind us. Nick then draped his coat on the other chair. He went over to his room and came out with his lap top which he balanced on the opposite arm of the couch. His parents had packed his laptop in his boxes with his clothes. I sat on the couch, one leg bent under me as I watched him put the DVD in his computer. He came back over to me, and as the previews began to roll he sat behind me pulling me back with him onto the couch. I couldn't suppress the giggle as he embraced me to his chest. I pulled a blanket over my legs to cover us. Nick wrapped his arms around me as I leaned my head back against his chest. His body was so comfortable against mine; it just felt right as we watched the movie. Nick was officially forgiven for waking me up by scaring me. I snuggled a little closer all the while thinking that I could get used to this.
12
Nick
I stretched on the couch, causing my chest to rise with Rachel's head still on me. A grin spread across my face as I looked down at her face.
"So, Rachel what'd you think of the movie?" I asked as the credits spread across the screen.
"I liked it, really I did. I'd ask you, but that would've meant that you would've had spent some time looking at the screen," Rachel answered, tilting her face slightly so that she could attempt to get eye contact from me.
"What the hell are you talking about?" I posed the question raising an eyebrow at her and still not moving as she curled against me.
"You spent more time looking at me than the screen," she accused, with a giggle.
"What are you talking about? I was too watching the movie," I said as she shifted herself a little so that she was on her stomach and had her head on my upper body.
I wasn't ready for her to leave me yet.
"I could feel your head turning to look at me."
"You're feeling things."
"Thanks," she muttered.
"I was too watching the movie."
Rachel just stared at me weirdly as she wrapped more of the blanket more around us. She stared forward and started to smile really big because of our conversation, I just knew it. I didn't have to ask her. I had been watching the movie, and maybe my eyes would turn in her direction, sometimes. Doesn't everyone pay attention to the person they’re watching with? So I did peek down at her during the movie, but that's just normal. Who doesn't watch other people's reactions to a movie?
"Nick, is that your wedding ring on a chain around your neck?" Rachel questioned, as she turned a little in my arms.
It didn't seem like Rachel was taking in that the computer was still on. She held the ring on my chain between two of her finger tips. While glancing from the ring to my eyes then back at the ring, her face was still calm.
"Depends, is that yours on your finger?" I rest my chin on the top of her head.
With my one hand still enfolded around her, I took her hand in mine so that our palms were touching. I noticed the skin around her finger seemed a little red, making me worry that the ring may be hurting her. Was it too tight for her finger? Was she allergic to metal? I kept my worry to myself, not wanting to upset Rachel, a natural worrier.
"They make us wear them at school and threaten to give us detention if we don't wear them, remember. So I just got into the habit of wearing it and I don't even remember putting it on this morning," Rachel replied softly.
"You've seen my record with our house key, that's why the ring is always on my chain. I always wear the chain even when I go to sleep, just out of habit and laziness," I started to smile. "That's why I was shocked your hair didn't get caught in my chain when we fell asleep together in the hotel."
I chuckled and Rachel just stared at me.
"You know what, Nick, shut up."
"You know what, I'm not dealing with your snarky comments," I responded, starting to tickle her sides.
She giggled, trying to move forward to get away from my grasp. I leaned forward a little to continue so that she was trapped between me and the side of the couch.
"Stop!" she laughed, trying to rip my hands off of her body.
Rachel was not doing well. I was stronger than her. She flipped over to get a better
