Owen I kept turning the pages in my book like a moron even though I had no idea what the hell was on those pages. My hands were now on the tops of her feet and her feet were under my shirt. So then I started rubbing the tops of her feet. I just couldn’t help myself. Those feet were connected to her legs. And her legs were just begging to be touched. And after watching her last night from the sidelines I knew why. The girl was a wicked skater. There was one time when she flew past me and I could feel the wind move my hair. And even when she screwed up her face and contortioned her body to block another player, she just took my breath away. She was putting off this bad girl vibe, but I caught on quick. Because it was just that, an act. She was sweet and caring and she sucked in a breath every time I touched her. Complete innocence.
