Break My Fall(20)
“Hey princess.” I jumped and ended up spilling my entire tub of popcorn all over the floor. “Whoa, there’s no need to be so jumpy. It’s just me,” he chuckled.
Yeah, it was just him; the walking, talking bane of my hormones. I turned around to scold him for sneaking up on me, but the words wouldn’t come out. Why did he have to look so good? It wasn’t fair. God must have been in a real good mood the day he made Kyle Carter. I took in the dark jeans and tight gray t-shirt he was wearing. Couldn’t he wear clothes that made him less…edible? It wouldn’t matter much what he wore though; Kyle smiling that perfect smile of his was enough to turn me into a puddle of mush on the floor. That dimple did strange things to my heart strings.
“Why did you sneak up on me?” I asked, when speaking was manageable again.
He threw his head back and laughed; a deep virile laugh and my heart accelerated. I couldn’t turn my eyes away from his throat and the way his Adams apple vibrated. “I was just waiting for you. The others have gone in already. Cam said it was your first time at the movies, I thought you might get lost.”
Gee, thanks for that Cam. As if I needed more help looking country.
Kyle took a step towards me and I gasped. I needed to get a grip. I backed up and managed to snag the heel of my shoe on an upturned piece of carpet. My coke flew out of my hand, as I flayed my arms out. Oh great, I was going down.
Before I could holler, two arms snaked around my back, pulling me into a chest of ribbed muscle and toned abs. I knew that because I had to endure looking at it every day. “You’re a little clumsy tonight aren’t you princess,” Kyle chuckled, as he held me flush against him.
“Uh…” I could not think of one thing to say. I involuntary shivered. He straightened and put some space between our bodies, but his hands were still on my hips.
He seemed to notice where his hands were and moved them away quickly, clearing his throat. “We should go in,” he muttered, as he turned and strode through the doors. I followed him, desperately trying to get a handle on my nerves. My nerves were causing the butterflies in my belly, nothing else.
Kyle
This was the biggest load of crap I had seen in years. It was a typical chick flick; girl meets boy, girl falls in love, boy screws up and girl runs off. Then boy fixes the shit pile he’s gotten himself into and gets nailed. What a crock. It was fucking painful to sit through and I had paid ten bucks for the privilege. Derek owed me big time.
His paranoia over Cam cheating was the reason I was now sitting in a movie theatre packed with women weeping and crying and shit. Fair enough, Cam had a past, but Derek needed to trust her. He couldn’t leave the girl alone for a minute. Sometimes Derek acted like a vagina.
“That’s it Cam baby, suck it.” Those two had no fucking shame. Even I drew the line at getting a blowjob public. Well at least not while sitting next to my friends…
I shifted as far in my seat as I could from them. It could get messy; I wasn’t taking any chances. A soft groan from the other side of me alerted me to the fact that I was now squashing Lee. We were in one of those love seats; the double seats used for making out. It was ironic, considering I couldn’t touch the girl who was pressed up against me. I had been trying to keep my distance from her all night. Cam had cock blocked me. “Uh sorry…” I muttered pulling back a little from her squashed body, but not so far that I was within aiming distance of Derek’s dick.
“It’s okay.” Lee looked up at me with a nervous smile. Her eyes were like saucers and I could practically see the innocence pouring out of them. “I guess I’d be moving closer to you too, if I had to sit on your side,” she whispered, pointing at Cam and Derek, who were now gone way past the point of return.
Lee blushed and faced forward, focusing her attention on the screen. I took that as my opportunity to study at her. She was so damn hot in those worn denim jeans and yellow t-shirt that it hurt to look at her. I was not used to girls who dressed like that.
The women I knew wore tight little dresses and low-slung tops. They had make-up plastered on their faces and orange skin from too much fake tan and hair designed into all types of weird styles. Even Cam was guilty of the make-up and short skirts. Lee wore none of that shit; she didn’t need it.
Her sun kissed skin was naked and she had her curly hair bunched up in a messy ponytail; the odd stray curl escaping. falling around her face. I wanted to reach out and tuck those silky curls behind her ear, but that would be bad. I would be edging too close to a line I wasn’t supposed to cross. I thought of the look on her face the morning she had defended me to Rachel. The way she had stood up for me… It wasn’t something I was used to. I’d expected to feel annoyed with her for interfering in my business. Instead, I’d felt…Pleased.