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serious pain in the ass.
Regardless, I didn’t have time to apologize for my shortcomings because I was far too excited about the four-wheeler part of what he said. “Oh my God! We’re going to ride four-wheelers?! I get to drive my own, right? Please say I get to drive my own!”
I didn’t know how or why he had chosen this for the day’s activity, but I was freaking out, jumping up and down and trying not to be too spastic with my arm flails.
Hunter had always ridden four-wheelers when I was little, but would absolutely never let me ride my own. Something about me being a girl and not being strong enough. He’s since stopped being a sexist asshole.
Chuckling lightly, Danny wrapped an arm around my shoulders and forced me to move forward again, opening the door and pushing me into the house. After we were inside and he had turned and shut the door behind us, he made my day. “Sure, babe. I’ll teach you how to drive one, and then you can ride one all by yourself.”
“What makes you think I don’t already know how to ride one?” I snarked.
All he had to do was look at me, and I gave in. “Okay, fine. You’ll teach me, and then I’ll ride one by myself.” And then added, “Really fast.” When he kept looking at me, I elaborated with, “I’m going to be the female, four-wheeler riding version of Speed Racer.”
He stared at me for a few seconds, just letting his eyes roam my face, his warmth permeating me from the inside, out. “Okay, Speed Racer. Let’s go check on Allison.”
Realizing I should have grown up, foregone the shower questioning, and done that several minutes ago, I agreed, “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
We walked straight down the hall, turned right into a double wide doorway, his hand finding it’s way to the small of my back again, and found ourselves in the living room, where Allison was laid out on the couch, her eyes focused on Timmy Two and a look of sheer awe on her face.
The house was absolutely beautiful, with old, refinished wood floors, crown molding, and tall ceilings, but it was completely devoid of personality. I considered mentioning the lack of decor to the men, but my thoughts pretty much stopped right there.
They were men. Question answered.
Danny walked across the room, around the couch, stopped, and stood right next to Timmy behind it, even mimicking his body language, planting his feet shoulder width apart and crossing his arms on his chest.
If this were yoga, it would be called “Outward facing Alpha” or “Alpha Pose”. Or something equally as cute.
But the stance itself wasn’t cute. It was rugged and manly and sexy as all get out.
Several seconds passed with no one saying anything, but two sets of eyes, one brown, one an extraordinary hazel, stayed locked and loaded on me.
It only took a few more seconds of awkward silence for me to realize they expected me to take the ball and run with it in this situation.
It may seem weird, two seemingly dominant men giving up control to a woman, but it really wasn’t.
Some sort of medical situation, say a venomous snake bite or a gunshot wound to the face, they’d be all over. But a woman’s emotional breakdown was complete don’t-even-touch-it-with-a-ten-foot-pole territory.
Right.
Making my way across the rest of the room, I bent at the knee and squatted down next to the couch, and consequently, Allison, with my ass to my heels. I wouldn’t be able to last long this way without my legs cramping up, but I hoped this wasn’t going to be all that long of an undertaking.
Allison’s eyes struggled to focus on me, but when they did her smile brightened, a subconscious action because she was excited to tell me all about Tim.
I cut her off before she even had a chance to start, stating, “This isn’t Tim McGraw, Mamalicious. He bears a striking resemblance, yes, but his name is—” I paused hoping someone else would fill in the gap because I still didn’t know his name.
No one said
Regardless, I didn’t have time to apologize for my shortcomings because I was far too excited about the four-wheeler part of what he said. “Oh my God! We’re going to ride four-wheelers?! I get to drive my own, right? Please say I get to drive my own!”
I didn’t know how or why he had chosen this for the day’s activity, but I was freaking out, jumping up and down and trying not to be too spastic with my arm flails.
Hunter had always ridden four-wheelers when I was little, but would absolutely never let me ride my own. Something about me being a girl and not being strong enough. He’s since stopped being a sexist asshole.
Chuckling lightly, Danny wrapped an arm around my shoulders and forced me to move forward again, opening the door and pushing me into the house. After we were inside and he had turned and shut the door behind us, he made my day. “Sure, babe. I’ll teach you how to drive one, and then you can ride one all by yourself.”
“What makes you think I don’t already know how to ride one?” I snarked.
All he had to do was look at me, and I gave in. “Okay, fine. You’ll teach me, and then I’ll ride one by myself.” And then added, “Really fast.” When he kept looking at me, I elaborated with, “I’m going to be the female, four-wheeler riding version of Speed Racer.”
He stared at me for a few seconds, just letting his eyes roam my face, his warmth permeating me from the inside, out. “Okay, Speed Racer. Let’s go check on Allison.”
Realizing I should have grown up, foregone the shower questioning, and done that several minutes ago, I agreed, “Yeah, that’s probably a good idea.”
We walked straight down the hall, turned right into a double wide doorway, his hand finding it’s way to the small of my back again, and found ourselves in the living room, where Allison was laid out on the couch, her eyes focused on Timmy Two and a look of sheer awe on her face.
The house was absolutely beautiful, with old, refinished wood floors, crown molding, and tall ceilings, but it was completely devoid of personality. I considered mentioning the lack of decor to the men, but my thoughts pretty much stopped right there.
They were men. Question answered.
Danny walked across the room, around the couch, stopped, and stood right next to Timmy behind it, even mimicking his body language, planting his feet shoulder width apart and crossing his arms on his chest.
If this were yoga, it would be called “Outward facing Alpha” or “Alpha Pose”. Or something equally as cute.
But the stance itself wasn’t cute. It was rugged and manly and sexy as all get out.
Several seconds passed with no one saying anything, but two sets of eyes, one brown, one an extraordinary hazel, stayed locked and loaded on me.
It only took a few more seconds of awkward silence for me to realize they expected me to take the ball and run with it in this situation.
It may seem weird, two seemingly dominant men giving up control to a woman, but it really wasn’t.
Some sort of medical situation, say a venomous snake bite or a gunshot wound to the face, they’d be all over. But a woman’s emotional breakdown was complete don’t-even-touch-it-with-a-ten-foot-pole territory.
Right.
Making my way across the rest of the room, I bent at the knee and squatted down next to the couch, and consequently, Allison, with my ass to my heels. I wouldn’t be able to last long this way without my legs cramping up, but I hoped this wasn’t going to be all that long of an undertaking.
Allison’s eyes struggled to focus on me, but when they did her smile brightened, a subconscious action because she was excited to tell me all about Tim.
I cut her off before she even had a chance to start, stating, “This isn’t Tim McGraw, Mamalicious. He bears a striking resemblance, yes, but his name is—” I paused hoping someone else would fill in the gap because I still didn’t know his name.
No one said
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