Vince And I

Vince And I - Charlotte

Ok, there are probably some mistakes and I hope you'll look beyond them but I hope you enjoy the story. I'm currently working on one from Vince's point of view. Any helpful suggestions or comments would be appreciated! Tell me what you thought, good or bad!

I regretted coming to the rink as soon as I stepped onto the ice. I'd forgotten how much it hurt to slam your butt onto the ice repeatedly. I was not a good skater but I had wanted some alone time and this seemed like the only place where I could be among strangers and friends alike. There were enough strangers to make it seem like I was alone and enough friends to make sure I wasn't lonely, the perfect balance.

I went around a few times trying desperately to avoid bumping into anyone and sending us both crashing to the ground. I breathed a sigh of relief when I looked up and saw that I wasn't far from the exit. I just wanted to get these damn skates off of my feet and call for a ride home.

I was reaching out for the railing to pull myself off the ice when someone skated behind me and grabbed my waist, pulling me flush against them. I gasped as they pulled me away from the edge and out into the middle of the rink. I kept my feet still not wanting to trip us up and fall flat on my face.

We began to move faster and I knew that we were gonna fall, there was no way around it. I tried to balance us anyway, shooting my arms out from my sides and spinning them in an attempt to prevent the fall.

I paused in my flailing when the arms uncoiled from around my waist, reached up to my arms and held them tightly to my sides, preventing me from moving them at all. Then the arms wrapped around me once more, effectively trapping me in their embrace.

I struggled to yank my arms free but stopped when I felt something being rested on my shoulder. I shivered as hot air brushed my ear.

"Don't wiggle so much, or you're really gonna make us fall. Just trust me Charlotte."

The voice was low, rough, and definitely male and the words seemed to float over my body turning my shivers into full on goosebumps. I wanted to see who was holding me, who it was that knew my name, but I was distracted from how fast we were moving around the rink.

My feet were stationary and side by side with his skates moving around mine to keep us moving. His arms kept themselves around my middle and his chest was fully pressed up against my back. I could tell that he was tall because he had to bend slightly to rest his chin on my shoulder.

Not wanting to distract him so that we would fall I slowly turned my head to see who was holding me. The first thing I noticed was his messy black hair. It was long on the top and it faded so it was shorter as it went down to his neck. The longer bits on top were carelessly arranged as if he often ran his fingers through it.

The bridge of his nose was straight and brought my eyes down to his lips. They were full and pink and looked kissably soft. At the moment they were curved upwards in a small smile. I was staring at his lips when they moved and he spoke.

"See something you like?"

It was then that I realized how close our faces were with his head on my shoulder and mine turned. Our lips were inches apart and I had a sudden urge to close those inches and see what his lips felt like. I was pulled out of my revery by a small chuckle and those lips were now turned into a smirk.

I looked up at his eyes for the first time and saw that they were looking down at me, the edges crinkled in amusement. His eyes were light blue and had a mischievous twinkle in them. I immediately couldn't decide what I like better, his eyes or his mouth. My own eyes flicked between the two, trying to decide. After a few seconds I gave up and decided that I like them both equally.