Page 18 of Unfix Me

“You’ve done this a few times,” I noted.

“We did this a lot back home.”

“Why?”

He quirked a brow at me. “Why? For fun. What do you do for fun?”

I thought about the question. Saying video games with friends or staying home with my parents didn’t seem like a good idea.

“I used to ride dirt bikes,” I offered.

“Not anymore?”

“It’s been a few years. My ex-girlfriend’s dad had them.”

“I’ve never tried it. Maybe I’ll teach you to skate and you can teach me to ride.”

He straightened and offered me his hand. Instead, I gripped the bench and pushed myself up. Immediately, I wobbled. The threat to my ankle was a bit too real for me, but I sucked it up and started awkwardly walking toward the rink.

“You look like Bambi,” Kai laughed.

“I’m gonna look like Bambi’s mom in a minute.”

His laugh got louder and I found myself smiling. When I was in front of the ice, I started to second guess every decision that had led me here. I couldn’t back down now, so I lifted one foot and held it over the ice.

Chapter 7

Kai

Sen was so afraid, but he’d never admit it. I could tell that he was prideful, never willing to betray how he felt. Even after he was sick in the bathroom, he walked back to his room like he felt perfectly fine. I would’ve offered to get him something, but I didn’t want to insert myself where I wasn’t wanted.

When West told me to go pick him up, I almost refused or asked him to send someone else. I was open to getting to know Sen, but he’d pushed me back every time I tried so far. It felt like we’d moved into more neutral territory now, which I was grateful for.

West made a beeline for us, skidding to a halt just in front of Sen. I could tell that he really liked him. It was part of why I was putting in the effort.

“Take my hands,” he said, holding them out.

“I’ve got it,” Sen replied. His grip on the side was firm enough to turn his knuckles white. Even while he held on, he nearly fell over.

West shrugged and took my hand, pulling me onto the ice. I tried to protest, but it was pointless with him. When we were in the middle, he released me.

“How’d it go?”

I raised a brow. “What do you mean?”

“You were worried he hated you.”

“I’m notworried, I just said I thought he did.”

“Does he?”

“How should I know? He seemed fine, though. Needed a minute to open up, I guess.”

“He opened up immediately when he met me.”

With a frown, I looked over at Sen. He was pulling himself along, obviously miserable.

“I’m not as likable as you,” I said with a shrug.

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