Here's the final installment of Emily and Sergei's first meeting! If you haven't read the first two installments, you can find Part I here and Part II here.
Emily
Sergei excused himself when a parent
asked to speak to him, and I watched them talk near the boards. It was the
first time I could get a long look at Sergei without him catching me staring,
although I’d probably gawked a little too long in the first moments of our
meeting. When he’d turned around and I’d seen his electric-blue eyes, the only
thing I could think was, Whoa.
And it wasn’t just his mesmerizing
eyes. He had a gorgeous smile, neatly cropped golden brown hair, and that
slight stubble that always seemed to make guys hotter. Plus, he’d been
incredibly nice so far, and he didn’t appear to be scary-intense like a lot of
other coaches. Of course, he might just be putting on a good introductory
front.
Aubrey waved to me as she rounded the
rink and headed my way, and I met her at the edge of the bleachers. She glanced
from me to Sergei, who was still in deep conversation.
“How’s it going so far?”
I led her further away from the ice
and hushed my voice. “You said he was good-looking. You didn’t tell me he was
OMG smokin’ hot!”
She laughed. “I guess he’s not my
type.”
“Well, he needs to not be my type
either if I’m going to work with him every day without drooling all over.”
“Hey, at least you’ll have something nice
to look at while you’re working your butt off.”
Sergei and the mom parted ways, and I
shushed Aubrey as Sergei approached us.
“Sorry about that,” he said to me.
“Hi, Aubrey.”
“Hey, I’ll let you guys get back to
it. Come find me before you leave, Em.”
She started to walk away, and I called
after her, “Did your mom remember the video camera?”
“Yep, she’s got it with her.”
I turned to Sergei. “I asked her to
tape our first few lessons so my parents can see them. They’d like to drive
down and meet with you on Saturday if you’re free.”
“Sure. I teach a group class in the
morning and I can meet with them after.”
“Great.” I bobbed my head. “Just a
warning that my mom can be pretty intense and will probably interrogate you.”
He chuckled. “Thanks for the warning.
I’ve had to deal with some very extreme parents over the years, so I’ll be
prepared.”
“She’s not like a crazy skating mom or
anything. She doesn’t micromanage my skating, which is great, but she’s very
protective.”
“Well, I’ll be sure to address all her
concerns. If you feel like this is the right place for you, then I’ll do
whatever it takes to convince her that you should stay.”
I smiled at the intensity in his deep
blue eyes. It was the good kind of intensity – the kind that made me feel like
he was already in my corner, willing to fight for me on this new path I was
taking.
“So, what comes next?” I asked.
“I want you to get a feel for skating
with a partner. We’ll start with some very basic exercises.”
I followed him onto the ice, and he
took off his fleece jacket and stored it behind the boards. Whoa popped into my head again as I saw
what he’d been hiding underneath. His lean muscles filled out his gray T-shirt
perfectly, and the short sleeves showed off his biceps. His arms weren’t beefy
but just solid enough for me to tell he worked out.
Stop
staring!
I quickly turned away and zipped up my
own jacket. This rink was colder than my home club. And right now it was
probably better if Sergei didn’t touch my bare arms and shoulders. I needed to
get more comfortable with him and all his hotness before we started too much
skin-on-skin contact.
Sergei glided over and stopped in
front of me. “The first basic is stroking… hand-in-hand crossovers. There’s a
certain way the guy holds the girl’s hand that’s not the traditional way you’d
think of.”
He moved closer and took my left hand,
and I got a whiff of his woody cologne. Jeez, he even smelled really good.
He showed me how to curl my fingers
toward my palm, and he gripped the back of my hand with his fingers clasping my
wrist. His hand had warmed since I’d shaken it earlier.
“This is the first hold we’ll use.
There a few different ones I’ll show you later.”
I nodded. His grip felt very strong,
very secure. I concentrated on that instead of his piercing eyes gazing down at
me. My pulse was already racing enough from the anxiousness of wanting to prove
myself.
He led me into the flow of the skater
traffic moving clockwise around the rink, and we faced forward side-by-side,
slowly building up speed until Sergei said, “Ready?” and we switched to back
crossovers, Sergei’s hand still locked around mine. I watched our feet, making
sure I stayed in sync with him and kept the same pace. The last thing I wanted
to do was trip and look like an idiot.
With each circle of the rink I felt
more comfortable with the timing of our stroking, and I noticed Sergei’s grip
never wavered. As we slowed down and returned to facing forward, he held on to
my hand. This was definitely something that would take some time getting used
to. I’d been skating alone all my life with only my thoughts to keep me
company. I realized how nice it might be to always have someone beside me,
going into battle with me.
We worked on the crossovers a bit more
plus a few other fundamentals over the next hour. Sergei’s patience was evident
right away as he carefully explained every movement he asked me to execute.
When the hour was up, I wished we could keep going, but I knew Sergei had a
lesson with a novice girl who was also looking for a partner.
“So, has this solidified your dream to
be a pairs skater or will you leave here and never return again?” Sergei
smiled.
I laughed. “You can’t scare me away
that easily.”
“I’m glad to hear that. There’s a lot
more I’m looking forward to showing you tomorrow.”
“I’ll be here. We have two hours
tomorrow, right?”
“Yes, Courtney won’t be here, so
you’ll have her slot.”
“Awesome.” I bounced lightly on my
skate guards. “Thank you again fitting me into your schedule and helping me
start from scratch. I know it won’t be easy finding a partner for a newbie, so
I’m going to work above and beyond to get where I need to be.”
“Thank you for the opportunity to work with you. I’m excited to start from
scratch. This way, you’ll learn everything my way and I won’t have to break you
out of any bad habits.” His smile grew a little wider.
My cheeks grew warm, and I hastily dropped
to the bleachers to take off my skates. “I like that you put a positive spin on
it. I think there’s too much negativity in our sport.”
“I agree. Negativity will not be
tolerated in my camp. Learning is done best in a positive environment.”
Okay, Sergei had to have some big flaw
that I was missing. No coach could be this amazing. Was he going to suddenly turn
into a jerk once we got into hard-core training?
He sat beside me and set his hand
gently on my shoulder. “We’ll find the right partner for you, Emily. It might
take a few tryouts or we might find a match on the first one. Either way, I see
unlimited potential in you.”
I looked up into his encouraging gaze
and came to a firm conclusion. He really was that amazing.
*happy sigh* Yes, he IS that amazing! :-D I think I'm going to move Life on the Edge to the top of my re-reading list.
ReplyDelete:) Great timing with Book 3 coming in three weeks!! Whee!! I hope everyone will enjoy Sergei the coach/husband :D
DeleteAwesome short story, Jennifer! Thank you so much. :)
ReplyDeleteThanks, Jessie!! It was a lot of fun looking back in time :)
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