Aviva is not a natural.
I’m unsure how this girl walks on a daily basis.
“I’m going to die. Oh my God, Nico, I’m going to die.”
It’s hard not to laugh. I hold her by her waist—she is hardly even putting pressure on the ice—as I say, “Babe, I got you.”
“No! Ah! Oh my God, how the hell do you do this? Nico! Ah!”
She swings her arms out, and I can’t even see straight, I’m laughing so hard. “Aviva, you aren’t even touching the ice. I’m holding you up.”
She stops flailing her arms and looks over at me. With a forgiving smile, she shrugs. “I’m kinda scared.”
“No?” I say sarcastically. “You got this. One foot at a time.”
She tenses up. “I don’t want to die.”
I give her a pointed look. “Would I let you die?”
She searches my eyes. “No…?”
“No,” I repeat, slowly lowering her to the ice. With my arm still around her, I push off. “There you go.”
“Ah, I’m skating! Look, Callie! I’m doing it!”
Meanwhile, Callie is spinning on the ice like a damn figure skater. “You mean Nico is pushing you across some ice?”
Man, I want to laugh so hard. I kiss Aviva’s ear. “You’re doing great. Don’t listen to her,” I encourage as I loosen my grip. “Okay, slide your skates. Yes. Good. Attagirl! You’re doing great.”
She’s still digging her nails into my arm, but she’s actually somewhat moving on her own. I could probably let her go, but I honestly don’t want to. The last two days have been great. We spent Friday night going at it. The whole night. We couldn’t get enough of each other. While I was at practice on Saturday, she was running the shop. When she was done, she and Callie came over for a bonfire on the beach. The cops came over, which Chandler warned me about, but I’m not paying some bitter asshole to keep from calling the cops. I’ll deal, and we had fun anyway. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life. They are both a blast to hang out with. I didn’t want Aviva to leave, but I don’t want Callie getting the wrong idea. I don’t want her thinking I’m just in it to get her sister into bed. I want her to know I respect them both.
I don’t know where this train of thought came from. I think it all stems from when Callie told me she Googled me. If she did that, then she saw me with all the women I’ve been with. Since Aviva assumed I wasn’t a one-woman man, I’m pretty sure Callie must think the same. I’m out to prove people wrong; I live off it. Plus, I want Callie to know her worth. Aviva has an issue with that, and I don’t want that for Callie. I care too much about her. I care way too much for both of them given the amount of time I’ve known them. It worries me, these overwhelming feelings, but I wouldn’t want to feel anything else. They both make me happy. But Aviva, man, she makes me feel things, real things.
I kiss her jaw at her excitement of not falling. I’m not sure if her delight is from the endless orgasms I keep giving her or if it’s me. Or both. I’m not sure, but she hasn’t stopped smiling. Every time I see her, she seems like she’s glowing. I thought getting the car from Jaylin would piss her off, but she actually took it in stride. It’s probably because Callie’s competition season is coming up, and Aviva will need a car for that. I wish she’d let me help her, but I wouldn’t dare offer. She’d probably claw my eyes out.
When I notice that she is actually skating, I loosen my grip. “I’m going to let you go.”
She starts falling as she cries out, “Don’t you dare!”
I hold her close to me and laugh. “I’m starting to think you’re doing this so I won’t let you go.”
I can see her grin as she leans into me. “Maybe.”
I kiss her cheek. “Good, I don’t want to let you go either.” She exhales harshly, and I perk my brow. “What’s wrong?”
She shrugs, and if I could see her face, I know she’d have her brow furrowed. “I feel stupid saying this, but I don’t want you to leave.”
“Why does that make you stupid?”
She looks up at me, and like I thought, her brow is all puckered. “Because we’ve only been seeing each other—”
“Seeing each other?”
She eyes me. “Yes, it’s where I see you and you see—”
I press my lips to hers to keep her from talking anymore. “Shut it, smartass.” She grins against my lip as we glide across the ice. Callie is just dancing to the music that is playing, and I’m starting to think maybe she needs to be a skater. The girl is awesome. “We aren’t seeing each other.”