Well...This Is New - 22

Paul kept at it.
Every time I got up he'd have his arm around me and we'd be tumbling into the snow.
He got up, opening his arms.
"How about a hug?" He asked innocently.
Before I could even make up my mind, he had his arms around me.
And then I was on the ground, next to him.
He laughed, getting back up.
Sally knocked into him, and they both tumbled onto the ground, him dangerously close to her.
"Oh, hey, babe," he said, grinning at her and then looking at me.
My mouth dropped and I tried to shield the stab of jealousy that had just been aimed at my heart.
"Get off me," Sally snapped, pushing him off.
I knew she was doing it for my benefit, and I made a silent thank you in my head that I would say out loud later.
After that brief and annoying event, Paul went back to me.
I swear, the amount of times he touched me and the amount of times I touched snow were about equal.
Sometimes he'd tumble after me, sometimes he'd stand and wait before I got back up, sometimes we'd just wrestle, all arms and hands and bodies, until one of us fell into the snow.
Sally would help, knocking him to the ground, but it seemed she was keeping her distance. I think she sensed the flirtation going on.
After an hour of it, he looked into my eyes.
"Stop it," he said, smiling brightly.
I knew what he meant.
"You stop it," I challenged, meeting his gaze.
We stared at each other, smiling, and then he let out a yell, almost a battle cry, throwing himself at me.
We landed in a confused jumble of arms and legs, until I realized he'd landed on my lap. He caught his bearings, and I tried to, without awkwardness, tell him the position we were in, but he didn't understand. There was too much snow and my snow pants were too big. He probably had no idea where he was.
Finally, he got up, and offered his hand to help me up.
Sally lifted me, and Paul's hand honestly did nothing, but he kept it in mine anyway.
It was starting to get cold.
"Hey," Paul said. "You guys wanna see the pine trees I'm growing?"
"Sure," I said, breathlessly. Being tackled to the snow and held hostage by the guy you're in love with...well...it takes it out of you...
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