Don’t move,” he grunted, stepping with effort through the snow. I wobbled with his imbalance.
After several minutes, we made it over to the car, me perched precariously in the air. I was oblivious to any danger. Breathing heavily, Rob grasped my buttocks, pulling me forward in one motion and lowering me to the ground. He grunted with effort.
“Jeez, Rob,” Michele watched, shivering in the freezing wind. “She only weighs a hundred pounds.”
“Ha, ha,” he grumbled. “It’s not that, smart ass. My feet are sliding all around in the snow.” He sounded annoyed with her.
I released a drunken giggle, some part of my brain finding that humorous.
Rob and Michele were both seniors at Ohio University. He played football and she played soccer. The perfect couple.
Rob eyed me, smiling, “You are wasted, little girl.”
“I’m not a little girl!” I protested, indignant, slapping his chest with one hand.
“Whatever you say,” he winked at me.
“Brrr. I’m cold,” my teeth chattering. “Can we go home now?”
“Get your grown up ass in the car,” he said, smacking my rear as I leaned forward into the back seat.
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