Free Falling - On the Banks of Lake Saint Clare (Falling - Book One) by Ellisa Reese Page B

like?” I asked.
    “They are amazing. I think they are the greatest people alive. They are both very driven to succeed which I guess rubbed off on me . ”
    “I don’t even know where you live.”
    “We bought that log cabin on 45. That was Dad’s moving gift to Mom. She didn’t want to leave her school.”
    “I love that house. Can I come see it sometime?”
    “No,” he said. “I don’t think so.”
    “Yeah right,” I smiled.
    He rubbed my leg softly and smiled. “You have some really nice legs.”
    “Do I?” I asked, looking at them.
    “Umm,” he said, rubbing the top of my thigh. I was getting extremely aroused feeling his hand moving up and down my thigh, resting it high on my leg. I squirmed a bit hoping I wasn’t too transparent in the way he was making me feel. I knew that if we pulled over I would let him do anything he wanted to me. Absolutely anything.
    “I don’t get why you touching my leg makes me feel like I could explode , ” I smiled.
    “I know what you mean,” he took my hand . “Me too times a thousand. That’s why I told you last night that you were going to kill me.”
    “So, I turn you on?” I laughed.
    “A little,” he winked, sending my heart racing.
    “Stop winking at me,” I said, squeezing his hand.
    “Why?” he looked at me confused.
    “Cause you’re killing me!”
    “Good,” he winked again.
     
    “Has an yone noticed we are getting sta red at a lot or is it just me?” I asked , after the first ten minutes at the zoo.
    “Watch women hold their purses differently when we walk by.” Derek laughed.
    “I did,” I said, surprised it was that obvious to them.
    “I’d understand if we had the low pants and our swag on.”
    “Swag?”
              Derek pushed his pants down under his hips, showing all of his boxers. He flipped his baseball hat sideways and spread his legs apart and explained, “If you wear your pants down this low you have to spread your legs apart to keep them from falling off. He cupped his hand on his crotch and started moving. One hand cupping his crotch and the other arm was swinging out the side. “You got to get a rhythm going.”
    In an instant, he went from clean cut high school basketball player to crack-whore-corner-thug. I was laughing so hard I was crying. He walked past this couple and did an upside down peace sign. They started walking so fast they were almost running. I bent over laughing.
    “Stop!” I yelled. “I am going to pee my pants.”
    “But I’m getting my swag on, bi-atch,” he said.
    “I am serious, stop, my stomach hurts!”
    He pulled his pants up and started walking correctly. I wiped the tears away.
    I looked around for Erica. “Where’d she go?”
    “O h shit,” he said, “she went into the bathroom. I forgot.”
    We turned around and headed back that way.
    “She’s going to be pissed,” I said. “Run back before she knows we left her.”
    Derek took off running toward the entrance turning heads the entire time.
    We turned the corner and saw her walking out of the building right when Derek got to her.
    “I didn’t think about the crutches when I asked if she wanted to come. She is going to be so cranky by the end of the day.”
    Michael ran over to the entrance and rented a wheelchair.
    “Dude! Thanks,” Derek said, sitting down in it. Michael started pushing him toward the elephants.
    “So amusing,” Erica said, not finding a lot of humor to it.
    “Derek climbed out and did a bow, “Your chariot, me Lady,” he smiled charmingly.
    Erica immediately was struck by the like bug. I knew that was all it took. Just some romantic gesture and he was golden.
    He started pushing her chair for her, riding on the back when they went down the hill.
    “Did I ever tell you that I am horrible about stereo-typing people?” I asked, seeing a Japanese couple with cameras walk by.
    “Nope,” Michael said, looking up from the sign he was reading. “Like how?”
    “I assume all types