Post by Cameron Vought on Dec 28, 2006 2:23:22 GMT -5
Cameron smirked, feeling the tensing of his muscles as he kept the up-right posture held. He finally let out a deep breath, one he had seemingly been holding for quite a while. He laughed as the air was exhaled, causing it to show up within the crisp air that surrounded the two. He turned to where she was, catching her as she continued to circle him. His hands stopped her, grabbing hold of both her arms. “Okay, okay, stop. You are making me dizzy.” He admitted with a small smile. It was true, Cameron got motion sickness easier than a whore who threw herself onto you. One could be merely talking about a spinning object and Cameron would become nauseous. It was a weakness often used against him for others pleasure. Some people could be so mean.
Cameron noticed that Megan was feeling about as chilled as he was.
He didn’t wish to be on the rink much longer, especially if he wasn’t even moving.
“You want to get out of here? Uhm, we could go back to my place. Or, um, we could get something to eat.” He asked, feeling regret as he invited her over to his place. It wasn’t the fact he didn’t want her to come, it was the thought of what she would think of the invite. Some girls would automatically think he was trying to get into her pants, but he asked it in a friendly manor, almost sure she’d know that. Well, he hoped, because that was all it was, a friendly invite.
