Kiss and Cry Read Free

father worked two jobs just so we could live here and pay for my skating.
    Adam shifted his black mustang into park and turned her off, “Are you going to be okay?” he asked concerned. With a heavy heart I shrugged my shoulders, not even having the energy to respond.“Give me your phone,” he ordered. I reached down into my bag and passed it to him. He started typing onto the screen. “Call me if you need to talk. I texted myself, so I have your number too.”
    Adam popped the trunk and removed the crutches from the back of his car handing them to me. I leaned into them clumsily and worked my way up the steep driveway. I was horrible at it. The few steps I did take already started hurting my armpits. Adam attempted to hold back his snicker at the sight of me using my crutches, but I heard it. Humiliated, tears were threatening to build in the corner of my eyes again, I reprimanded myself for my self-pitying attitude.
    When I made it to the door, I leaned the crutches against it so I could start digging for my key. The top crutch began falling but Adam leaned over catching it. His body was really close to mine, and I lost my breath for a second. Our faces were merely a few inches apart and I saw him glance down at my lips and then back up into my eyes. I willed him to kiss me and he advanced forward as though he were going to, but he stopped.
    My fingers felt the keys in my purse and I was tempted to feign not having found them yet to buy more time with him, I pulled them out and unlocked the door. He pushed the door open for me so I could make my way in with the crutches. I hobbled and swung to the couch and laid the crutches down on the carpet, before making myself comfortable on the couch.
    Adam glanced around the living room, “Are we alone?”
    “Yep, we are for now anyway. My parents don’t get back until after dinner time. Are you hungry?” I asked.
    “Starving,” he admitted. “I’ll get take-out, while you rest. What do you want?”
    “I don’t care. I’ll have whatever you’re in the mood for.”
    “Okay, I’ll be back in a few.”
     
    Thirty minutes rolled slowly by before Adam tapped lightly on the front door, “Come in!” I called out. He let himself in carrying two bags of McDonalds. My bag had a large fries, big mac, and a quarter pounder. “You can’t be serious, I must have some of your food,” I grinned. “You expect me to eat all this?”
    “That food is all yours. I have the exact same in my bag. You told me to get you whatever I was in the mood for, and that’s what I’m eating. The drinks are still in the car, I’ll be right back.” He returned with two chocolate milkshakes.
    I was taking up most of the chesterfield so Adam sat on the adjacent love seat. We ate every morsel of food and then started sipping our shakes staring passively at Ellen Degeneres on television, lost in our own thoughts.
    He nervously started picking at imaginary lint on his jeans. “You were really working on a triple axel when you hurt yourself?” His eyes shone with admiration as he waited for my answer.
    “Yes.”
    “That’s so hot,” he commented quietly. I could feel the intensity of his eyes boring into me. A tingle of excitement coursed through my body.
    “Do you have a boyfriend?” he asked. His eyes intense, as he stared into mine.
    “No, I don’t date,” I said casually.“My parents think dating is a distraction. Mom says there’s plenty of time for me to do that after I finish skating.”
    “That’s too bad,” he said under his breath,“but you’re not skating right now are you? You’ll be off the ice for several weeks.”
    “That’s true,” I confirmed.
    His finger touched my chin, lifting my face to his, “So you’ve never had a boyfriend?”
    “Never,” I admitted,fearing my answer would turn him off me.
    “Never kissed?”
    “Never,” I reassured.
    His eyes locked onto mine and he started inching his face towards mine angling it perfectly for my first kiss