"So Mystery Girl, you've really never flown before?"
I shook my head as I dribbled the ball, "Never really had a reason to."
Elijah took the ball from me and made another shot, "Have you left the state?"
"Not fair, it was my turn to go."
He smiles a lopsided smile and shot the ball again, "You weren't going to make it anyways so it would have been my question."
I resisted the urge to stomp my foot and just stared at him incredulously.
"It's true," he moved towards me, his hands light touching my hips as he stood behind me. "You're posture is all wrong."
I held my breath and I could feel him move closer to me as if an invisible cord tethered us together. He smelt like a mixture of Old Spice deodorant and something outdoorsy, I felt myself wanting to lean in and get lost in the smell.
I was brought back to my reality as he once again guided me to the position I should have been in. "This, Mystery Girl, is how you stand." Then the warmth of his hands was gone and I felt like I was missing something.
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In the Midst of Ryen
ChickLit"It's Ryen, like the rain that falls from the sky so beautifully. Kind of like I fell for him." I smiled softly at Elijah over my cup of lukewarm tea. "Hello Ryen." His eyes crinkled at the corners when he smiled and it was one of those smiles that...
