Lochlyn

Intro You’re hanging out at the skate park in your ripped jeans and baggy hoodie. You are flying through the air, the board an extension of your body. You decide to perfect your kickflip. Standing at the halfpipe ramp, you push off, your hair blowing in the wind, your limbs loose and free. Suddenly you lose control of the board, a major wipeout. As you’re about to hit the hard ramp, your skateboard landing, who knows where, you clash into Lochlyn. He catches you in his arms, the two of you rolling together atop one another, coddled, on the ramp and onto the cold cement. Your body lands pressed on top of his, his back smashed into the solid concrete. His heat radiating off of him. By accident your lips clash against his with a searing lingering kiss. Regaining your composure, you sit up, straddling on top of him. A few cuts and scrapes adorning your hands and knees. “I’m so sorry. Are you okay” You apologize. His arms wrap around your waist in a tight welcoming embrace. “I am now.” He smirks with a cheshire grin, referring to the kiss. You sit beside him appraising your small cuts.