Page 43 of Ride with Zane
Ashley
Isit on the sofa watching Rock while talking on his phone writing something down.
Even though I know so little about him my heart fell for him in a scary way. I can't believe he asked me to move with him.Does that mean he feels the same as I do? Is that what love really looks like?
Tonight was a roller-coaster of emotions and seeing him so lovely and caring makes me feel good, protected. I lay down, listening to Rock's voice while watching the colorful lights playing out of his office.
My eyelids become so heavy, so I close my eyes.
The music pumps more and I open my eyes, finding myself in an ice rink. The applause starts to fade as some colorful lights play on the ice. I skate trying to reach them but they make me go to the other side and then pivot. As my legs have a life of their own, I perform in an axis with a triple loop. The music changes, becomes more rhythmic and intense and I spin.
I feel hugged and I snuggle into Rock’s arms, forcing to continue my performance, but the alarm goes off making me grumble.
“Good morning, Princess.”
“Sleep.” I complain and he kisses my neck.
I wake up alone in bed.Have I dreamed all?I sit up looking at my room. The last thing I remember is watching Rock and then nothing else. My clothes are folded on the chair, my phone is charging on the dresser and the curtains are fully closed.
A note on my nightstand catches my eye.
Good morning, Princess. I'll be back soon. Love you, R.
I finally decided to leave my bed and take a shower. When my cell phone rings, I see Rock's name on the screen.
“I'm awake,” I tell him, making him laugh.
“You sure are if you picked my call, Princess.”
“It was so weird waking up without you by my side.”
“I'm sorry baby, I needed to come to the Clubhouse to clean and make room for your stuff.”
My heart races in my chest. “That's so sweet of you.”
“I can't wait to live with you every day.”
“Me either.” I confess, getting hot.
“I'll be back in an hour; I have no idea where my swimsuit is. I guess I'll buy one on my way back to you.”
“Or…”
“Or what?” he asks, teasing me.
“Nah, it'd be the worst idea ever since we won’t be alone.”
“Naughty Princess.”
“You love it.”
“Oh yes,” he confesses. “See you later, baby. Do you need something?”
“I'm okay, just heading down to have my first cup of coffee. Drive safe.”
“Enjoy it, see you later.” He hangs up leaving me with a big smile on my face.
I look at the screen and seeing it's past one p.m. leaves me shocked. I've never slept until so late. I cleaned the garden and prepared everything for later. Drinks are in the cooler, and I need to see what playlist to choose. The song I've dreamed of is in my head and I'd like to know which one it is. Based on the song I can also pick the colors for my costumes, and I need to work on some choreographies. I shake my head when I realize I'm thinking again about the Olympics. It should remain a secret until I tell Dad. Which reminds me I need to tell him about Rock. I haven't figured out if he really likes Rock or not. He had good words for The Black Panthers but I can't imagine his reaction when I tell him I’m hanging out with their Prez.