(Leigh’s POV)
“Stop it, Leigh,” complains Alex as he squats immediately, holding my thighs tighter, but when I start wriggling and screaming, we both fall on the ground. He rolled and caught me before my bottom could hit the ground, holding my hips tighter, but we stopped moving and perhaps even breathing when the lights turned on.
“Kayleigh!” yelled my Papa after seeing Alex and me in a very awkward position.
The hem of my skirt landed gracefully on Alex’s face, making me look like sitting on his face. I have completely forgotten the slimy thing I touched on the tree branch. With his tight grip on my hips, I think he planned to place me safely on his side, but we could not move because we were caught on the wrong foot.
I stand up, helping Alex get up. He massages his arm after steadyi
