Читать книгу Played - Liz Fichera - Страница 22

14

Sam

“I’m not playing.”

I was defiant. I even forgot how chilled I’d become for a few seconds. There was no way I was playing Riley’s stupid game.

It was such a girl thing. Why did girls always feel compelled to share personal embarrassing stuff? And BOTOX? Are you kidding me? Why would a pretty girl do something like that? Girls confused me.

“Please?” she begged.

“No.”

“Chicken!”

“Maybe.”

“Maybe you’ll play?” She tugged on the collar of my T-shirt, hard.

“Never.”

“Then I’ll have to guess.”

In the growing darkness, I heard her lips smack. It was obvious that she was giving this way too much thought. I could practically hear the wheels spinning in her head. Or maybe that was just her teeth chattering.

“Still cold?” I said to change the subject.

“I’m freezing,” she said, just as a gust of wind blew through the tree, knocking icy raindrops off the branches. “This is miserable.” We shivered in each other’s arms.

“Your sweatshirt is wet.”

“So’s your T-shirt.”

We hugged tighter. We breathed heavily for warmth. We rubbed skin where we could reach. We didn’t have a choice. And while it didn’t seem so bad in the dark, now that we couldn’t see each other’s eyes, the situation was clearly going from bad to really, really freaking bad. Ugly words raced through my head—hypothermia and pneumonia, for starters.

“Riley.”

“Yeah?”

“Don’t take this the wrong way—” I paused for courage “—but there’s something we need to do. Now.”

“You’ve changed your mind about playing?” Her voice turned giddy, even as her teeth resumed chattering. I hoped she wasn’t starting to crack. I’d read about such things in life-or-death situations. Some people turned crazy as a survival mechanism.

My eyes rolled. “No. I’m not talking about playing your game. Be serious.”

“What, then?”

“We have to take our clothes off.”

Her body stiffened against mine.

“We’re soaking wet,” I added by way of explanation. “We could freeze to death if we don’t take them off.”

“We could freeze to death with them on.”

“True.” I nodded, trying to play to her reasonable side. “But we should at least...consider it. For body heat.”

“Get naked?” she whispered.

“Get naked.”

But then her shoulders softened beneath my hands. “Yeah, I was thinking about how to handle the wet clothes, too.”

“This is survival,” I stammered a little. “Nothing else.”

“Agreed,” she said. “Survival.” She sounded like she was trying to convince herself more than me. “What about underwear?”

“I guess...I guess we can leave those on.”

“Okay,” she said. It sounded like she was trying to work up her nerve.

At least it’s dark, I wanted to assure her, but that sounded like something a creepy guy would say. “I’ll go first—”

Riley caught my arm in the dark, interrupting me. “Let’s do it together.”

“Okay. On the count of three.” I counted slowly. “One...”

“Two,” Riley said with me.

“Three.”

With only a couple of inches between us, we stripped out of our wet shirts. Blindly, we fumbled and felt for a branch beside us to hang them in the hopes that they might dry, knocking arms at the same time.

“Sorry,” we said at the same time when our elbows crashed against each other. I winced when hers caught my funny bone.

I doubted that our shirts would dry even a little in the damp night air. Removing our pants was harder. I had to help Riley pull off hers, one slightly soggy leg at a time. When her jeans pulled over her injured leg, she moaned.

“Sorry,” I whispered.

She garbled something back that sounded like “sleigh” but it was probably “it’s okay.”

After helping her, I unzipped my jeans and then shimmied them down and stripped them off my bent legs without kicking her in the face.

Beside me, Riley shivered even more and I wondered if stripping was the right idea, especially as rain continued to fall. If there had been a more awful night, weather-wise, I hadn’t experienced it. This was like a bad horror movie.

As we sat across from each other in our underwear, shivering in the dark, lightning lit up our hiding space. In the flash, I looked at Riley, and she looked back at me. In that instant I saw everything. She was so white she glowed. Her arms crossed to hide her chest. Most of all, I saw that she was as terrified as I was, and for that reason alone I could not look away.

“There’s no reason to be embarrassed, Riley. Or scared. I’m as scared as you are.” I had to push off to the side of my brain that I had never been with a girl before, naked. Not like this, so close we were practically sharing the same heartbeat. I wondered if I should tell her that? Would it put her at ease?

Instead, when it turned dark again, I reached for her shoulder. “Come here.”

A few seconds later, as if she’d needed time to consider it, she crawled to me on her knees. She sat between my legs, facing me. I wrapped my arms around her and she wrapped her arms around me, at least as much as she could. We were chest-to-chest, skin touching skin. I tried not to think about the softness of her skin or the sweet scent of her hair. Instead, I counted backward from one hundred and forced myself to focus on survival. Staying alive. Global warming. Global cooling, more like.

I rubbed her arms, her back. “Better?” My voice cracked.

Her head nodded beneath my chin, fast. Nervous. I could hear each swallow. “You?”

“Yeah,” I said. “Much.”

Her body froze again and so did mine.

“It’s not like that, Riley. I promise.”

“Okay,” she said, but her voice was still uneasy.

“Let’s lie down.”

She stiffened again in my arms but I pushed her backward, gently. I cradled her head by my right shoulder and then curled the rest of my body over hers, doing my best not to crush her. Her warm breath heated my neck as we lay on the ground. “Are you okay?”

“Uh-huh,” she squeaked.

“Am I hurting you?”

“Uh-uh.” Another soft squeak.

“You’re lying.”

She didn’t answer.

I shifted a few inches, as much as I could in the cocoon that we’d made for ourselves. Pine needles poked every inch of my skin. Despite the branches for our makeshift bed, the ground was still rock-hard. I closed my eyes and did my best to relax. Did my best to picture being warm. I pictured a bright sun and a hot, sizzling desert—anything but the soft body beneath me. After a few silent, agonizing minutes, I said, “I know this sounds gross but it would be better if we burrowed underneath the pine needles.”

Her hands squeezed my arms. “What about bugs? And spiders? I really hate spiders.”

“It’s too cold for them,” I lied. We’d probably wake up covered in ant bites, but at least we wouldn’t freeze to death.

“Okay,” she said with so much trust in her voice that I felt equal parts good and bad—good for keeping us warm but bad for telling lies. Suddenly I felt very responsible for this girl in my arms. Riley trusted me. She believed me. I did not want to disappoint her.

We burrowed like animals, digging beneath the branches, covering ourselves in a blanket of mostly dry pine needles and moss. Then we lay back again, Riley curled into my chest and one of my legs curled around Riley. After a while, our breathing slowed, and there was warmth.

The warmth turned into heat. Blessed heat. Body heat as thick as a blanket. Our shivering stopped and my breathing matched Riley’s, breath for breath. I felt her heartbeat against my chest.

I looked up at the sky, breathing easier, but still trying to keep my mind focused on anything but the fact that I was holding a mostly naked girl in my arms and willing the rest of my body not to react. Rain still pattered against the trees and a few drops reached us, but a couple of stars poked through the clouds with the promise that the storm was breaking. Finally.

“Riley?” My voice sounded loud.

“Yeah?” she whispered.

“I’ll play.”

She gasped. Her chin rose to touch mine and I couldn’t help but smile. “You’ll tell me something personal?” She sounded doubtful at first. “Really, really personal?”

“Yeah, why not?” I paused to swallow. “But you’ve got to swear you won’t tell anyone. Not a soul.”

“I absolutely promise.” Her breath hitched.

“Okay,” I said. “I trust you.”

“Okay.”

“Okay,” I said again, hesitating all over again. Why had I opened my big mouth?

“You can tell me, Sam,” she said with conviction. “I won’t tell anybody.”

I sighed. Then I took a deep breath. Then another for some nerve. Another patch of black sky cleared above us. More stars twinkled through the tops of swaying treetops. I looked down at Riley and could see the vague curve of her chin, her nose, even the whites of her eyes twinkling in the starlight. She waited for me to speak, barely breathing.

“Sam?” she prodded, lifting herself over my chest. “You’re killing me. What. Is. It?”

My secret dislodged like a boulder from the top of a cliff. There was no taking it back. “I’m in love with your brother’s girlfriend,” I blurted.

Riley gasped again but for a split second I didn’t care.

It felt good to be rid of it.

So I proceeded to tell Riley everything.