The Art of Courting

The Art of Courting- Chapter Eight

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Pic on the side is of Belinda, Jay's housekeeper. I ADORE Helen Mirren and I think she's the classiest lady ever! I wanna be like her when I grown up :)

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-Twix

CHAPTER EIGHT

He touched me

He put his hand near mine

And he touched me

I felt a sudden tingle when he touched me

A sparkle, a glow

He knew it, it wasn't accidental

No, he knew it

He smiled and seem to tell me so

All through it

He knew it- He Touched Me, Barbra Streisand

JAY MANAGED TO FIND CHELSEA some of Jordan’s clothes that would fit her- a pair of jeans that were a bit too short and sweater that was a bit too tight. The sweater highlighted her... assets. She had a feeling that Jay chose them himself.

Tugging the thick woolen coat over the revealing top, Chelsea walked to meet Jay in the garage.

“Hey, all ready to go?” he asked her as he unlocked Lucy.

“Yeah. How are we meant to go ice skating, anyway? The arena closest to us is closed on Mondays.”

“Just sit back and relax. I have it all under control.” He smiled at her before backing out of the driveway and onto the road.

“Um... Sure.”

After around twenty minutes of driving, Jay pulled up at the ice skating rink near Central Park. He opened Chelsea’s door for her and held her hand as they went up to pay. She couldn’t help but think of what May said during their girl’s night- ‘Now you’re just kidding yourselves.’ Were they just kidding themselves? She knew she felt something for Jay, she wasn’t stupid. It wasn’t a deep emotion and it was by no means love, but it was something that didn’t need to be there.

And it was something she didn’t plan to act on.

“We’re coming here first because it closes at around two,” he said after he paid.

“First?”

“You didn’t think I was only taking you ice skating, did you?”

Chelsea just shook her head at him. Of course Jay would never do something simple for one of their frates. They were always elaborate.

“What size shoe are you?” he asked as the guy behind the rental counter handed him some skates.

“Eight.” The guy gave her a white pair of skates, opposed to Jay’s blue ones, and smiled at her creepily.