just stand there and listen?” I laughed but it died in my throat when he didn’t respond.
I hurried up and flushed, pulling my outfit back over my shoulders. I slid the lock open on the door and looked out into the empty locker room.
“What the hell?” I mumbled under my breath as I went to the sink and washed my hands, my arm thudding in pain.
“Don’t mind me,” A voice called out and I jumped before looking over my shoulder.
I noticed the guy leaning up against the end of the lockers, his hands shoved into his jean pockets. My eyes continued down further and I noticed his sneakers. There was no equipment bag in site. He clearly wasn’t here to skate unless he was renting his skates. Maybe he was on a date or something.
“Sorry. The girl’s room had a line.” I took a small step back, rocking on the blade covers of my ice skates.
“No need to apologize to me.”
I turned back around, looking him over. His basic white tee hugged the muscles of his chest and he was a few inches taller than me, even with my skates.
“You here to skate?” I asked.
“God no,” he said with a little too much disdain.
“Yeah. It’s a lot tougher than it looks,” I shot back defensively.
“Oh, I didn’t mean to offend you,” he placed his hand on his chest as he took a few steps closer to me. “I’d probably make a fool out of myself. You looked great out there, by the way.”
“You were watching me?” I turned back to him.
“It was kind of hard not to. I’ve ever seen anything so beautiful. The skating I mean…” He stumbled over his words with a sheepish grin.
“Oh… thank you.” I felt my entire body heat up and I hoped I wasn’t turning as pink as my outfit.
“You should let me look at that,” he lifted his chin and I looked down at myself, my eyes widening in embarrassment as I covered my chest. “No! No!” he laughed, running his hand through his thick, short hair causing it to stick up haphazardly. I momentarily got lost in the gesture wishing I could be lucky enough to run my fingers through his hair. “Your arm,” he clarified as he sauntered toward me.
“Oh! Right,” I shook my head feeling like I was burning up inside of my own skin. “It’s nothing. It happens all the time.” I waved him off as he stopped just inches from me.
“Mind if I…” his voice trailed off as his fingers slid across my arm leaving goosebumps in the wake of his touch.
“S-sure,” I stuttered, looking up at his face, taking in the hard lines of his jaw and the way his chocolate eyes narrowed as he looked me over.
“I don’t think you did any real damage,” he said as he examined me, his finger running over the scrape and catching a wayward drop of blood. He looked like he might pass out.
“Not a fan of blood?” I asked, scrunching up my nose in disgust.
“Nah. Not really my thing but we should probably get you cleaned up.” He smiled and his eyes met mine. “Have we-”
“No!” I yanked my arm back from his grip, embarrassed he thought I was the type of girl who just slept with random guys and didn’t even remember them.
“Met,” he finished. “I feel like we have met before.”
“Oh… uh… I don’t think so.” I felt tears prick my eyes out of embarrassment.
“Come on,” he took my hand and pulled me back to the sink, turning on the water and waiting for it to warm before holding my arm under the stream and rinsing it clean before rubbing some soap on the wound.
“You should be more careful,” he said as he examined my injury.
“I think I’ll live,” I joked and he laughed. “Unless you came in here to murder me or something. You’re not a serial killer are you?”
“No. No worries there.”
“Vampire?”
“Not a very good one if I can’t stand the sight of blood,” he deadpanned. “We haven’t had vampires for hundreds of years.”
I rolled my eyes as he studies my arm. “If you believe in bedtime stories. I think people just made those stories up to keep their kids from going out at night. Are you a doctor or something?” I asked and he laughed, shaking his head.
“No. Not yet. Hopefully one day. You know, it’s because of doctors that we don’t have monsters like that anymore. Are you up to date on your