Love Me Curvy

Part 6 - Revised

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Caden

"Where's Erin," I question out loud.

I haven't seen her since Kale dragged her away. However, I also saw him exit the kitchen door with Abby a few minutes ago and still, Erin is nowhere to be seen. I would have known if she came back because I have been on the lookout for her ever since she left.

It wouldn't matter if I'm with Grace or someone else, my eyes are constantly searching for Erin.

Speaking of Grace, I have to say she's great company. Not only is she smart and pretty, but she has a great sense of humor too. I was surprised when Erin introduced Grace as her sister, for they are so different from each other. Grace is certainly pretty, but her beauty is nothing compared to Erin's perfection. She may have the body of a model, but it is no match for Erin's lush curves, the curves my hands itch to touch.

In fact, though I'm sitting here talking to Grace, Erin occupies my mind and thoughts. I want to see her.

"I'm going to go look for Erin," I say to Grace, standing from my spot on the bench.

"I'll go with you," she adds starting to rise.

"No," I exclaim extending my hands and reaching out to stop her. "You stay here, I can go. They're going to sing the birthday song soon. Plus, if Erin comes back before I find her, you can call or text me." I give her my number and watch as she dials it into her phone.

I take a step ready to leave only to stop when I hear Grace cry, "Wait, I'll let you leave on one condition."

Slightly tilting my head to the side, I wait for her to continue.

Grace gets up from the bench and stretches her arms out wide. "Make sure there are no more caterpillars on me," she demands her face scrunching up.

I chuckle softly before walking up and inspecting her.

Earlier we were talking about hilarious childhood events and laughing at each other's stories when I noticed a black and green caterpillar, about 1-inch-long, crawling on her right shoulder. Not wanting to freak her out, I gently grabbed a strand of her hair and moved it out of the way before the little creature could crawl onto it.

Grace must have been surprised by my sudden movement towards her because she froze, her lips in a thin line and a snarl escaped as she asked, "Caden, what are you doing?"

"Don't move," I demanded before leaning in to remove the snug caterpillar from her shoulder. With the flick of my finger, the caterpillar flung into the grass.

I glanced back at a very disordered Grace before telling her the truth. "There was a caterpillar crawling on your shoulders."

Grace shot up like lightning and scrambled around trying to brush herself off, hoping to get rid of any remnant bugs. It was a sight to see.

Now she stood before me hoping I would once again clear any possible creatures that might be crawling on her body. I circle twice around Grace. "I don't see a single caterpillar or bug anywhere."