Now her forearm is on my leg and I can feel her warm breaths against my chest. “Here.” She hands me the camera and somehow moves closer again.

Then she gets to a bunch of close ups of her and Tommy. She starts flipping through the pictures quickly and I take in every one. I move my arm and settle it on top of the seat behind her. “There’s a whole bunch of them.” She leans even closer into me, so close her chest is against my arm and I panic. “Wednesday,” she says quietly, then clears her throat. It’s of Tommy-his face covered in dirt mixed with sweat and his smile from ear to ear. She smiles as she leans into me, her arm touching mine as she lifts the camera and shows me the picture on the screen. I hear the unbuckling of her seatbelt and face her just in time to see her move to the middle of the seat. I rest back in my seat and let the disappointment wash through me. I thought, or at least hoped, that after what happened yesterday and the time we’d spent together today, that she’d at least talk to me-maybe give up a little more of herself. She shakes her head, her eyes still focused on the camera. “Is it because you don’t know the area well or something? Because I can show you around if you want.” Then switches on the screen at the back and starts flipping through pictures. She shrugs and takes out her camera from the bag sitting on the seat between us. He was really excited to ask you and I know you haven’t really been out much since…” I trail off. But for obvious reasons I choose to stay in the truck this time.Īfter switching off the engine, I turn to her. Normally I’d crack a window and skate close enough to the car that I’d still be able to see or hear Tommy. I drive to the half-court and park in the middle. “I normally just drive around or park somewhere until he wakes up on his own but I can drop you home first.” “Stay awake, buddy!” I yell, knowing full well how ridiculous this might seem to her.Īfter a minute, she turns back around and faces the windshield.

Kick push by jay mclean