Trapped in his love

pte

r Th

wo when we pull u

te looking tree in the front yard. My father works two

heart I shrug, not even having the energy to respond."Give me your phone," he orders. I reach down into my bag and pass

steep driveway, I'm horrible at it. The few steps I do take hurt my armpits. Adam attempts to hold back his snicker at the sight of me using my cr

s over catching it. His body is really close to mine, and I lose my breath for a second. Our faces are merely a few inches apart and I see

ving found them to buy more time, but I don't, I pull them out and u

h and lay the crutches down on the carpet, b

nd the living roo

rents don't get back until after d

'll get take-out, while y

ever you're in the mood for."

lets himself in carrying two bags of McDonalds. My bag has a large fries, big mac, and a quarter pou

in my bag. You told me to get you whatever I

, I'll be right back." He retur

eat. We eat every morsel of food and then start sipping our shakes stari

You were really working on a triple axel when you hurt yourse

es

el the intensity of his eyes boring into me. A

" he asks. His eyes inten

nk dating is a distraction. Mom says there's plent

s under his breath,"but

the ice for several weeks

lifting my face to his, "So

earing my answer w

r kis

ng that he likes that I've never ha

angling it perfectly for my first kiss when I slip in my question,"D

h?" h

though, I'm d

n't want to

g and this is the icing on the cake, I just feel like I'm being swallowed if you can fe

his face speaks volumes, "Ya

im and leaves my house. It's the closest I ever came to getting a first kiss, but no m