Naughty or Nice - Alexis Winter Page 0,20

and make my way to the ice.

Six

Carson

Fuck. She’s right, but that doesn’t change the fact that all I’ll do is screw things up between us. I can’t lose her. I won’t lose her. But I can’t deny her either. She said that this could just be fun between two friends. Is that true? Could we keep it casual? I look up at her skating on the ice and she looks beautiful, elegant, free. Her long dark hair is blowing in the breeze and she’s wearing a big smile. Her eyes are lit up, just like they always did when we were kids. Being with Felicity would be like heaven, but I also feel like she’s a perfect ivory angel and to touch her would be to smudge her up like a work of art that hasn’t dried yet.

But how long can I go on resisting her? It’s only a matter of time before she catches me in a moment of weakness. She knows that if she asks me for something directly, I always give her what she wants. I always have. I’ve never been able to deny her. I think she found the loophole and she knows it.

As I make my way out onto the ice, I can’t help but think about what being with her would feel like. I imagine holding her naked body in my arms, against my chest. I think about how soft and sweet her lips are. I think about sliding into her heat, hearing her moan a sigh of relief the moment we become one. My blood begins to boil beneath my skin and I have to push the thoughts away before my body gets away from me.

She’s coming around just as I’m stepping onto the ice. She spins around and skates backward as she watches me on wobbling knees.

“What happened? You used to know how to skate.”

I laugh. “That was a long time ago.”

She gives me that breathtaking smile. “I seem to remember a little boy who wanted to be a hockey star. Remember that?”

I laugh. “Yeah, for one whole winter,” I remind her. The snow melted and the rink was taken down and I was onto the next thing.

“Come on,” she says, holding out her hands. “I’ll help you.”

I reach forward and slip my hands into hers. She works herself backward and I slowly work myself forward. She’s wearing a wide smile and her green eyes are lit up against the sun.

She nods me on. “See, I knew you could do it. It’s all muscle memory. Just let your body take over. Clear your head.”

Is that what I should do? With her, I mean. Clear my mind and let my body take over and do what comes naturally? Fuck, she’s making too many good points today. She brought her A game. She’s playing chess while I’ve been playing checkers.

We go around the rink a few times before I feel comfortable enough to let go of her hands and try it out myself. She stays at my side, cheering me on the whole way. This only reminds me of the time we came here as teenagers. I was seventeen and she was fourteen.

“I’ll be back in three hours,” her mom says as we climb out of the car.

“Bye, Mom.” She closes the passenger side door as she climbs out.

“Thanks, Mrs. B,” I say, closing the back door.

Our friends are already here waiting, set to meet up at the hot chocolate stand. We both head over, her a few steps in front of me. I can’t help but look her up and down and I know how bad that sounds. I’ll be eighteen soon and she’s only turning fifteen. Jailbait for sure! But she’s dressed like she’s about to walk down the winter wonderland runway. She’s wearing black boots that come up to her knees. Her jeans are tight, hugging her round ass and hips. She’s wearing a gray Henley shirt that’s just as tight, but it has a few buttons undone, showing a little cleavage that I didn’t even know she had. She’s wearing a white coat that only hits at her hips and it’s unzipped, showing off that growing chest of hers. Her long dark hair is curled and hanging down her back and she’s wearing a white sock hat. Her green eyes are shining bright today and when she sees our friends, she smiles bright.

We close in on them and a few guys greet me before my girlfriend, Christina, comes up to