Sparrow by Sara Mack, Chris McGregor Read Free Book Online Page B

purple comforter.  Shoes and piles
of clothes are scattered on the floor; I think I spot one of Sam’s rawhide
bones sticking out from under the bed.  Across the room, I find a dresser with
one of those TV/DVD combos sitting on top.  I walk over to it and pick up the
small stack of movies placed there.
    “Do
you want to watch something?” Addison asks from behind me.
    I
look toward her as I sort through the DVDs.  “ Footloose, Dirty Dancing, and Strictly Ballroom ,” I say as I make a face.  “I’m sensing a theme here.”
    “Hey!” 
Addison reaches out and grabs the next movie.  “ Flashdance is a
classic.”
    “Isn’t
that about a stripper?”  I take it from her hand.
    “You
haven’t seen it?”
    “No. 
Why would I?”
    “Have
you seen any of these?” she asks.
    When
I shake my head no again, she says, “We should watch Footloose.   It’s
about a guy who dances.  Maybe it will inspire you.”
    I
snort.  “I highly doubt that.”
    Addison
takes the DVD from me and puts it into the player.  I really don’t want to watch
this movie, but I want to spend time with her.  If watching this is what she
wants to do, I’ll suffer through it.
    Once
we’ve shut the door, hit the light, and arranged ourselves around one another
on her bed, Addison pushes play on the remote.  The opening credits roll, and
I’m subjected to a bunch of random feet wearing bad ‘80s shoes dancing to the
song “Footloose.”  Addison’s back is to my chest, and I frown over her head. 
This is going to suck.
    About
a half hour in, as Ariel plays chicken with a train, I start to fall asleep. 
My lack of interest in this movie, coupled with our hike, has worn me out. 
Plus, Addison’s body is warm pressed against me.  I barely register her move
until her lips find mine.
    “Hey,
sleepyhead,” she says.
    My
eyes pop open.  “Hey.  Sorry.”  I blink.
    “You’re
not into this, are you?”
    “The
movie?”  I glance over her head to see Kevin Bacon start to dance inside a
barn.  “Ah…”
    She
laughs.  “It’s okay.”  Her mouth finds mine again and then she whispers, “Would
you rather do something else?”
    Um,
yes.   I
respond with a lazy smile.  “What did you have in mind?”
    She
pushes herself up until she’s sitting on her knees.  Her hands find the bottom
of my shirt and start to lift it as she leans in toward me again.  “How about
we start with getting rid of this?”
    Sounds
good to me.  I prop myself up to catch her mouth with mine as she raises my
shirt to my shoulders.  I lift one arm, then the other, then break our kiss to
help her pull it off over my head.  She tosses it on the floor.
    Her
eyes follow her fingers as she trails them over my chest, around my ribs, and
down my stomach to land on the waistband of my jeans.  All my muscles tense as
she moves forward and kisses her way back up the same path.  When she reaches
my shoulder, she slides one leg over my waist and settles herself across my
hips.
    Damn.   Instantly, my jeans feel
two sizes too small.
    She
sets her elbows on either side of my head, and I realize it’s my turn.  I grab
her shirt and pull it off, coming face to face with her chest.  The changing
light from the television tells me her bra is pale pink, and I want to take
that off too, but I’m not sure how far she wants to go.  I mean, we’ve messed
around a little, but nothing like this.
    Instead,
I decide to kiss her neck, her jawline, and her chin.  My hands trace her
spine, and I think she shivers.
    “Are
you cold?” I whisper beneath her ear.
    She
shakes her head and pushes herself upright.  Her hands disappear behind her
back and when I see them again, they’re sliding her bra down her arms.  My eyes
must double in size because she quietly laughs, “This can’t be the first time
you’ve seen some of these.”
    It’s
not, but it’s the first time I’ve seen hers.  There’s a difference.  The way I
feel about Addison…I’ve