My Beautiful Lies (Beautiful Nothing #2) by Alisha Cole Page A

keys and we head out. 

“Don’t let go!” she yelps, grabbing the arm of my coat. 
    “I won’t let you fall; it’s real easy. You will get the hang of it, I promise.” I laugh, hoping she doesn’t take me down with her. We skate around slowly for a half hour, but she starts getting the hang of it and we move faster. Letting go of my coat, she skates off on her own, pushing forward, gliding with ease on the ice. I slow down to watch her. She goes around and comes back. 
    “I think I got it down. I don’t need you anymore. Except, I should learn how to slow down. That was a rush,” she says, still skating right past me. I pick up my speed until I reach her, then turn around skating backward, making her giggle. “Where did you learn how to skate like that?” I tell her about hockey and she seems shocked. “There really is a lot we don’t know about each other, isn’t there?” More than you know , I think to myself. 
    “That’s why we are going on our trip. We will have nothing to do but get to know each other. I love you, and I want to know everything about you, and I want you to know me. I know we kind of jumped into this fast, I just want you to know that I’m ready to be whatever you want and need. I wanna be that man.” 
    We come to a stop by the exit and get off the ice. I help her hobble her way over to the benches to take the skates off. We put our shoes back on, then go to the stand to get lunch. Watching her eat her sandwich is hilarious, she has it dripping down her chin with her eyes closed. 
    “I take it you like the cheesesteak?” I ask laughing, taking another bite of mine. 
    “Oh my god, you don’t even understand how bad I needed this.” She moans, eating the last bite. She finishes before me, wiping her mouth and tossing the napkin on her plate. “We should order like six more. I think I can put them all away.” Throwing her head back laughing, she looks so serious. When I finish mine I ask her what else she wants to do. There’re tons of places to go on this side of town. 
    “We could go to the mall, get you a few outfits for the trip.” I could use some causal clothes too; I look like an idiot in a suit all the time. Before I met her, all I did was work. She doesn’t have to think long before she says yes, she’s a girl after all. The mall is not busy, which means less stress of dealing with hordes of people during Christmas time. Most people are still in church, or home sleeping away their Sundays. We go in and out of stores for hours. She brings me clothes I will look good in, then she will try some of her own on. We leave three hours later with five bags and pretzels. Yes, she got hungry again, who am I to deny a pregnant woman? 
    After we make it home, she says she’s still hungry. How much food can someone eat before they feel full? It’s crazy. I go through the cabinets looking for something I can make her, landing on a box of rice. Looking in the fridge for something to throw with it, I find kielbasa sausage. I toss the sausage in a pan frying it up and boil some water for the rice. When it’s all cooked up, I make her a plate. “Oh my god, it’s so good. I don’t know why I’m so hungry, but oh my,” she moans, shoveling her mouth full. 
    “It’s probably the baby, you are eating for two now,” I say, pouring her a glass of apple juice.
    As she finishes her plate, she asks more questions. Where did I learn to cook? Why don’t I cook more? What are we gonna do when we leave tomorrow? She throws out questions left and right, and I answer them all the best I can. When she’s done, she wants to show me the clothes she picked out for our trip. I follow her to the bedroom as she slowly removes each piece of her clothing. She’s being very playful. It could be the hormones I read about, or maybe she just wants me. I argue with myself over why, until her bra drops to the floor, flashing the view of her full breasts. When I say full, I mean perfect the