Page 15 of For the Love of Skating
I can't help but wonder what made her run into the middle of the night, in the rain, with nothing but the clothes on her back. I can't look away from her, and I drop the act for a second.
"Are you going to be okay?" My voice comes out softer and deeper than usual, my gaze roaming over her face and waiting for her answer.
"Yeah… Can we talk after I get out?" She looks away from me, wanting to hide her tear-filled eyes, but I've seen the pain, grief, and shame already in one glance.
"Whatever my girlfriend wants, she shall get," I tease her, hoping to see any other emotion on her face, and breathe easier when I see her glance back at me with another eye roll.
Women and tears don't mix well with me, so what the heck am I supposed to do? Pat her back and say ‘there, there’? Get chocolate? Fuck if I know.
I turn back around with a wink and head to my room to get her my sweats and t-shirt. They’ll be a little big on her, but they’ll have to do for now. Her shout reaches me just before I turn the corner into my closet.
"That's fake girlfriend to you!"
Damn, I love her sass.
