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bailar conmigo
baila conmigo
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dance with me(
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Una frase verbal transitiva es la que combina un verbo con una preposición u otra partícula y requiere de un objeto directo (p.ej. Piensa en tu salud.).
frase verbal transitiva
1. (danzar)
a. bailar conmigo
I invited a young woman who came alone to the party to dance with me.Invité a una muchacha que estaba sola en la fiesta a bailar conmigo.
Una frase es un grupo de palabras que a menudo aparecen juntas (p.ej. érase una vez).
frase
2. (imperativo)
a. baila conmigo
Una palabra o frase que se usa para hablar de la segunda persona informal tú (p. ej. ¿Cómo estás?).
(informal)
(singular)
Dance with me! I've been waiting to ask you all night.¡Baila conmigo! He deseado pedírtelo toda la noche.
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Frases
bailar el baile | |
I like to dance | me gusta bailar |
dance class | la clase de baile |
Do you like to dance? | ¿Te gusta bailar? |
I love to dance | me encanta bailar |
dance studio | el estudio de danza |
she likes to dance | le gusta bailar |
dance floor | la pista de baile |
dance club | la discoteca |
tap dance | el claqué bailar claqué |
I used to dance | bailaba |
do you dance | bailas |
we like to dance | nos gusta bailar |
dance team | el equipo de baile |
lap dance | el lap dance |
Do you want to dance with me? | ¿Quieres bailar conmigo? |
let's dance | bailemos |
I like to sing and dance | me gustar bailar y cantar |
they like to dance | les gusta bailar |
dance music | la música bailable |
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Dance with me, you never dance with me. ferhiga.com ferhiga.com |
Baila conmigo, nunca bailas conmigo. ferhiga.com ferhiga.com |
Dance With Me aarpsegundajuventud.org aarpsegundajuventud.org |
Baila conmigo! aarpsegundajuventud. aarpsegundajuventud.org |
Dance with Me - La noche en [...] blanco 2009 lanocheenblanco.esmadrid.com lanocheenblanco.esmadrid.com |
Baila conmigo - La noche en [...] blanco 2009 lanocheenblanco.esmadrid.com lanocheenblanco.esmadrid.com |
and when [...] it wants it will dance with me. letrasylyrics.com letrasylyrics.com |
y cuando quiera bailar conmigo. letrasylyrics.com letrasylyrics.com |
To him dancing is a chore that he performs for his wife, with a smile, on
[. very rare occasions when he senses [...] that if he does not dance with me soon, I will grab someone [...] else and disappear into the waves of moving bodies. simpaticasail.com simpaticasail.com |
Para l bailar es una tarea obligada que realiza para su esposa, con una [...] sonrisa, en las escasas ocasiones en [...] que percibe que si no baila conmigo pronto, voy a prenderme [...] de algn otro y desaparecer [...] entre las olas de cuerpos en movimiento. simpaticasail.com simpaticasail.com |
I dance to imagine you dancing with me. perefaura.com perefaura.com |
Bailo para imaginarte bailando conmigo. perefaura.com perefaura.com |
Dance with me cruise: During the day, passengers may take dancing lessons and in the [...] evening, they may put into practice [...] all they have learnt in elegant balls and discos. argentinaentretiene.com.ar argentinaentretiene.com.ar |
Crucero Baila Conmigo: Durante el da, se brindan lecciones de baile y por la noche, [...] tiene la posibilidad de demostrar todo [...] lo que aprendi durante el da en cualquiera de las discos o de los elegantes salones. argentinaentretiene.com.ar argentinaentretiene.com.ar |
If you do come [...] back then, maybe you can dance with me, and see what a good dancer I am. pablocorralvega.net pablocorralvega.net |
Si vienes en esas [...] fiestas, hasta quizs bailara contigo, para que vieras qu bien bailo. pablocorralvega.net pablocorralvega.net |
The first milonga we went was El Arranque; there was this lady teacher who approached [...] Vronique and told her how much our
[...]
dance was interesting, beautiful and that she would have liked to try and dance with me. abaneraz.com abaneraz.com |
La primera milonga dnde hemos ido fue El Arranque; haba all una que enseaba que se [...] acerc a Vronique para decirle [...] cunto nuestra danza era interesante, bonita y que le habra gustado intentar bailar conmigo. abaneraz.com abaneraz.com |
He surely will dance with me tonight", she [...] said to herself as she saw him taking his wet shirt out of his body. rebra.org rebra.org |
l an va a bailar conmigo esta noche", haba [...] pensado consigo misma vindolo despegar la camisa mojada del cuerpo. rebra.org rebra.org |
Departing date from Buenos Aires: Fitness Cruise , December 12; Circus [...] Cruise, January 24; Dance with me Cruise, February [...] 11; Culinary Cruise, February 20; Music Cruise, March 10; Arts Cruise, March 18. argentinaentretiene.com.ar argentinaentretiene.com.ar |
Las salidas desde Buenos Aires, segn el crucero, son: Crucero Fitness, 12 de diciembre; Crucero del Circo, 24 [...] de enero; Crucero Baila Conmigo, 11 de febrero; [...] Crucero Gastronmico, 20 de febrero; Crucero de la Msica, 10 de marzo; Crucero Artmar, 18 de marzo. argentinaentretiene.com.ar argentinaentretiene.com.ar |
Seeing them dance with such passion transported me to moments of my youth when I was dreaming about [. representing my country [...] during important events and for an instant tears of emotion appeared in my eyes because I realized that there through the dance of these young folks I myself was achieving my dream. pvmirror.com pvmirror.com |
Verlos bailar con esa pasin me transporto a momentos de joven en los que soaba con representar [...] a mi pas en grandes eventos, [...] y por un instante mis ojos se humedecieron de emocin pues me daba cuenta que ah a travs del baile de esos jvenes, yo estaba logrando mi sueo. pvmirror.com pvmirror.com |
Lan loaned me music and I would dance with them. 4children.org 4children.org |
Lan me prestaba msica y yo bailaba con ellas. es.4children.org es.4children.org |
Taking dance classes and meeting other women helped me see that there [...] was a way out. aarpsegundajuventud.org aarpsegundajuventud.org |
Tomar clases de baile y conocer a otras mujeres me ayud a entender que [...] haba una salida". aarpsegundajuventud.org aarpsegundajuventud.org |
I remember a girl saying to me concerning dancing, "Sometimes, when we dance in our church, we reach over and take somebody by the hand and dance with them. calvarycampground.org calvarycampground.org |
Recuerdo a una joven que me deca con relacin a la danza: A veces, cuando danzamos en nuestra iglesia, nos acercamos y tomamos la mano de alguien, y danzamos con ellos. calvarycampground.org calvarycampground.org |
He says, " Dance is my life and I want to share the experience and [...] happiness that dance has brought me with friends. undostres-producciones.es undostres-producciones.es |
Segn Santiago: "El baile es mi vida y yo quiero compartir mi
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experiencia y la alegra del baile con todos ustedes". undostres-producciones.es undostres-producciones.es |
Speaking about dance, since you ask me, it's been now 10 years this month that I took my first class and 8 years that I teach with conviction what I believe in. abaneraz.com abaneraz.com |
Hablando de danza, puesto que me plantean la cuestin, eso hace 10 aos este mes que tard mi primer curso y 8 aos que enseo con conviccin este en que creo. abaneraz.com abaneraz.com |
He was about to bury some other, but he died at home leaving as a legacy some titles which should be in
[. everyone's collection: Night Nurse, Hard Time, Bumping and [...] Boring, Hang On, Let's Dance, Mr. Brown or Love Me With Feeling. gladyspalmera.com gladyspalmera.com |
Estaba a punto de sepultar unos cuantos ms pero se le atraves la muerte en su residencia, dejando como legado temas imprescindibles en cualquier [...] discografa de la expresin: Night Nurse, Hard Time, Bumping and [...] Boring, Hang On, Let's Dance, Mr. Brown o Love Me With Feeling. gladyspalmera.com gladyspalmera.com |
Having proven his talent beyond all doubt, both as a poet and novelist, with over ten
[. publications, and in his [...] musical facet with a long career from which hits such as 'Suzanne' or 'Dance me to the End of Love' shine out, Cohen has passed through life with discretion, inspiring [...] uncontrollable [...] admiration amongst those who are familiar with his work. artescenic.com artescenic.com |
Demostrado sobradamente su talento, tanto como poeta y novelista con ms de una decena de [...] publicaciones, como en su
[...]
faceta musical, con una larga carrera en la que brillan xitos como 'Suzanne' o 'Dance me to the End of Love', Cohen ha pasado por la vida con discrecin y sembrando [. una incontrolable [...] admiracin entre los que conocen su trabajo. artescenic.com artescenic.com |
La Llorona from the conquest to the bicentennial [...] is a show [...] consisting of contemporary music with pre-Hispanic elements, dance pre-Hispanic choreography [...] and live theater. mbw.com.mx mbw.com.mx |
La llorona, de la conquista al bicentenario, es un [...] espectculo conformado por msica
[...]
contempornea con elementos prehispnicos, coreografas de danza prehispnica y teatro [. en vivo. mbw.com.mx mbw.com.mx |
Dance has taught me not to discriminate. unicef.org unicef.org |
La danza me ha enseado a no discriminar". unicef.org unicef.org |
I head back home, check the mail-box, the local [...] newspaper informs me that there is a dance in the next village, a lecture in a bar in Tarbes - the big city with all of its 40,000 [...] inhabitants (the firemen
[. had been called out because a garbage bin had caught on fire during the night). warriorofthelight.com warriorofthelight.com |
Vuelvo a casa y miro el buzn, donde [...] encuentro el diario [...] de la regin: hay un baile en el pueblo vecino, una conferencia en un bar de Tarbes (la gran ciudad, con sus 40.000 habitantes), [...] ayer tuvieron que [...] actuar los bomberos porque durante la noche se quem un vertedero. warriorofthelight.com warriorofthelight.com |
During the day the traditional chocolatada (drinking chocolate) [...] is held for all the locals and visitors who come to
[. Florida. rutasdelvinorioja.com rutasdelvinorioja.com |
Durante la jornada se celebra tradicionalmente una chocolatada [...] para todos los vecinos y visitantes que se acerquen a [...] Casalarreina, terminando el da con baile en la Plaza de la Florida. rutasdelvinorioja.com rutasdelvinorioja.com |
Sing songs, play [...] children's music, and dance with your child. harborviewrecovery.org harborviewrecovery.org |
Cante canciones,
[. harborviewrecovery.org harborviewrecovery.org |
In Chile I danced with three quite symbolic companies and also alone. 8 years ago I was invited to a dance festival in the U.S. and there, a series of questions were raised, and led me out of my context and [...] travel to Barcelona. laboratorio-escuela.com laboratorio-escuela.com |
En Chile bail en tres compaas bastante emblemticas y tambin en solitario. Hace 8 aos me invitaron a un festival de danza en EE.UU. y all se deton una serie de preguntas que me llevaron a salir de mi [. contexto y viajar a Barcelona. laboratorio-escuela.com laboratorio-escuela.com |
They pass on and escape, return and grow, they decrease, evaporate, [...] [...] colour, and among shadows and reflections, near and far away, now they vanish, now they avoid me with fear, now they get agitated with fury in an aerial fantastic dance around me''. iglisaw.com iglisaw.com |
Cada defecto fue estudiado por separado y en forma muy ordenada; jams comet el error de querer cazar diez liebres al mismo tiempo, de ninguna manera quera exponerme a un fracaso. iglisaw.com iglisaw.com |
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Dance with me read online Sophie Weston (Page 12)
- And you? she asked with pain. - Can I make you happy?
Michael's hand spread silk strands of her hair on the pillow. For a moment Alexis didn't think he would answer.
Then he said in a changed voice:
— More than you can imagine. Alexis cupped his face in her hands and pulled him to her chest.
CHAPTER NINE
Alexis woke slowly with a sense of wonder. Feeling the sunlight on her closed eyelids, she thought: today I will write music again.
Someone was whistling in the distance. She buried herself in the pillows, not wanting to wake up. But the whistle, though rather melodious, was impossible to ignore. She rolled over, groaning, and sat up.
As soon as I opened my eyes, I remembered everything, down to the smallest detail. Alexis lowered her eyelids and saw that she was undressed.
“Oh,” she said.
Looking around, she recognized one of the tower's guest rooms, with a semi-circular wall and a bathroom in an alcove. Yesterday's pile of clothes was gone, but the part that belonged to her hung neatly on the back of a deck chair by the window.
Her lips moved. Who would have expected such a passion for order from the exuberant Michael Slane? Alexis lay down with her hands behind her head.
Last night she learned a lot of unexpected things about the exuberant Michael Slane. I knew that he was attentive. And gentle. And persistent. And when she screamed with passion, he pressed her as if he were gaining the whole world.
“Oh,” she said softly again, remembering.
Did they experience the same thing? Can't be. After all, what was an unexplored pleasure for Alexis Brooke, for Michael Slane was quite familiar. Yet it seemed to her that they were experiencing the same thing. She's probably stupid.
The whistle is approaching. Along with it, the smell of coffee. She watched as the door opened and first a leg appeared, and then the whole of Michael Slane, carrying two ceramic mugs.
He smiled. Yes, they felt the same way. Alexis smiled back. He entered, set the mugs down carefully, and kissed her lightly.
- Good morning. How are you?
“Wonderful,” Alexis replied seriously. I am going to write music this morning. I feel inspired.
— Excellent.
He was wearing nothing but jeans, familiar to her from Sheila's appointment. Sitting low on the hips, they revealed the stucco lines of the famous torso, which she now knew as well as her own body. She reached out and kissed him softly on the collarbone.
He ruffled her hair and served her coffee.
- I hope you drink black. There was no milk. Alexis hated coffee without milk. After taking a sip, she found out that the coffee was sweet, something she couldn't stand at all.
“Amazing,” Alexis said.
Michael sat on the edge of the bed with his bare foot tucked under him.
- Your friend Paco came by. Bring mail.
Yes? — It was a surprise. Regardless of what was in the letter, it appeared that Fred had written before she left London.
"You're frowning," Michael said quietly.
“Do you want news from the outside world?”
Alexis chuckled.
- That's not the point. Just…hell, why not tell you? The only one who knows I'm here is my stepfather. And for a letter to arrive from Japan today, it had to be sent to before I said I would come. So he knew that I would come no matter what I said. I'm so spineless. But this time, she firmly decided to insist on her own.
He thoughtfully tucked a curl behind her ear.
— You are not spineless. You're brave and smart and funny... and sometimes you give yourself too much.
Alexis stared at him.
- Brave! Me?
- That's what I would say. She shook her head.
- I'm a textbook cowardly mouse. I even have nightmares about the concerts I have to play,” she added, remembering her horrors.
— And yet you continue to play live, don't you?
She is confused.
- Well, yes. I have to. This is my profession.
“Not many people,” Michael explained gently, “choose a profession that gives them nightmares.
He kissed her so sensually that Alexis felt dizzy.
"Brave," he repeated firmly.
Alexis reached out to him, but Michael was already up and about to leave.
“Get up and come eat,” he ordered. “The best fruit I have seen since leaving California has arrived with the mail. And then we'll make plans.
Alexis raised her eyebrows.
— Dismissed! And what are the plans? He grinned.
“Wait and see,” he said, making Alexis agonize with curiosity.
She jumped off the bed, screaming at him, but Michael was gone. Only the sound of bare heels on the spiral staircase and whistling could be heard.
He didn't lie about the fruits. Paco brought a mountain of lemons and oranges, small shiny apples smelling of winter, and a huge pineapple.
"Hothouses," Alexis snorted. But the pineapple was not abandoned when Michael cut it into slices and fed them one by one, serving them across the table on the tip of a fork.
— So what's in the mail? he asked, rummaging through a pile of letters.
Alexis took a closer look.
One with a Japanese stamp, one with an Austrian stamp, one with a London stamp and one without a stamp at all.
"Fred's final thoughts," she diagnosed the letters one by one. “Fred's even more recent thoughts. His agent trying to find him and sending letters to all possible addresses. And…” She suddenly stopped.
Michael looked up.
— What?
Alexis recognized the handwriting. She slowly took out a long blue unstamped envelope. How could Patrick know she was here? And how did you send the letter? She turned the envelope over, not daring to open it.
— You seem to know who this is from? Michael asked slowly.
Alexis looked into his eyes.
— I hope not from… — she said, — but I'm afraid that…
— So open it. His voice became rough. “It's always better to know for sure.
Like it or not, you had to admit that Michael was right. She tore open the envelope.
There were only a few lines.
And they confirmed her worst fears. Dropping the letter from her dead fingers, she blindly scanned the kitchen.
— What?
Alexis bit her lip.
"He knows I'm here," she muttered. - He will come.
Michael's face turned to stone. He got up.
- Notorious Patrick, as far as I understand? The one who hit you? Did you invite him? he asked coldly.
Alexis shuddered.
— No, but…
- So write so that he does not come. Alexis unconsciously fiddled with her hair.
- You don't understand. I don't know where he is. There is no address here. It was not even mailed, but simply left to be called. I don't know where to write to him.
Michael spoke unflattering things about Patrick in an undertone. Alexis smiled weakly.
- Yes. May be. But he knows that I... He thinks I'll be glad to see him.
Michael narrowed his eyes. He suddenly looked like the tough, dangerous man she'd met at Sheila Malory's. Alexis swallowed.
The transformation was almost frightening.
— Despite your refusal to have a relationship with a married man? he asked harshly.
Alexis swallowed a lump in her throat.
— He does not take my principles seriously.
Michael shrugged. He didn't look in her direction. He was very gloomy.
“I’ll explain it to him,” he promised quietly. Alexis stared at him dizzily.
It never occurred to her that Michael Slane might invade her circle, meet Patrick or any of her friends, neighbors, stepfather. Now she imagined it in an instant and dazzling insight.
Without any joy, she considered how this invasion would happen. Intrigued, Michael will walk in circles around her unpredictable stepfather until he understands him thoroughly. Unlike most people, he is not afraid of Fred. And although he may be interested in Fred's work, the fame of the famous conductor will not bother him.
After all, she chuckled to herself, men are more likely to like each other.
Both of them are originals, and both do not attach too much importance to conventions. Both do not like being told what to do. In general, all this meant that she managed to admit Michael Slane into her life as one of the closest people. If we recall last night with its laughter, passion and heartbreaking tenderness, it turns out that as is the closest .
“Good God,” she burst out involuntarily. Immediately, the brown eyes turned back to her.
“I said I had plans,” Michael reminded coldly. - This musician is not included in them. I will meet him, explain that we prefer to be here alone, and offer to tactfully withdraw. How's that for a start?
Alexis thought it was like the beginning of a storm. She tried to imagine Patrick's reaction to the offer to retire from a man who he would think—and with good reason—succeeded where he himself had failed. It is unlikely that his reaction will be tactful and hardly pleasant. Patrick, as she could see, considers her his own and is only waiting for her to be freed from childish prejudices.
And, besides, in a moment of temper, Patrick, without hesitation, gives free rein to his fists.
"Leave it to me," Michael said.
This was the last straw. Alexis laughed in what sounded like hysterics. He bent down and took her hands.
"Stop," he said with unexpected tenderness, turning back into last night's attentive lover.
He touched her cheek with the back of his hand. Alexis hiccupped. He shook her hands slightly.
— We will talk to him together. When he appears. The voice was low, viscous, like maple molasses, but there was a note in it that left no room for doubt. “There is nothing to worry about now. Think about this morning. You were going to write music. Take care of it.
Alexis hesitated.
- Come on, my dear. Everything that was in you in the morning has not gone anywhere,” he reminded with a smile.
Alexis giggled and broke off. How awfully easily he talks about it. But after all, what for newcomer Alexis Brook is a universal passion, for Michael Slane from Hollywood is corn flakes.
She bit her lip.
- Okay. And what will you do? He shrugged again.
— There is firewood to be chopped, rubbish to be thrown away. There are books. There are great views. I can go down to the village and have a cognac with Paco.
He ruffled her hair. It was as if he was talking to a boy, and not to his yesterday's mistress, Alexis noted sadly.
— I can even cook dinner.
Alexis forced herself to smile. He looked inquisitively.
“Sold,” she tried to say as cheerfully as possible.
She tried very hard. In any case, he seemed pleased with what he saw.
Contrary to expectations, the morning flew by instantly. She opened the cabinet piano in the rehearsal room, set up music paper and sharpened pencils - and forgot about everything in the world.
She came to her senses only when Michael burst into the room. Brown hair was tousled. He was clearly running. To her chagrin, he managed to put on a shirt.
"Alexis, we need your help," he blurted out.
She was already walking towards him, but at these words she stopped. She thought with disgust of journalists and jealous agents.
— What? Who? How?
But things turned out to be quite different.
- The couple we saw yesterday. Do you remember them? (Alexis frowned and shook her head.) “A man in years and a woman much younger than him,” Michael reminded impatiently. — Mountain tourists. As we descended from the waterfall.
"Ah," Alexis beamed. - Oh sure.
— They seem to be in trouble. They were supposed to return to the village last night, but they still haven't shown up.
“There's a climber's hut upstairs,” Alexis informed dryly.
- Yes. They, of course, could spend the night there. But this morning, a guy from the farm went there just to make sure everything was all right, and said that no one had come to the hut for a long time. So they are out in the open somewhere.
Alexis shuddered. April nights are not conducive to such accommodations.
- The guy reported that there was a rockfall. During yesterday's storm. Perhaps they were captured. Now the rescue party is going. I said I would join. (Alexis's heart sank.) "You said you could handle the shortwave transmitter down there." Can you turn it on? Then we will have a constant connection.
Alexis walked over to him, her arms wrapped around his waist. She dropped her head on his chest and clung convulsively.
“No,” she said hoarsely. - No, don't do it. If a rockfall has passed, it is dangerous there. People from the village... they have mountain rescue training. They know these mountains. You are not. You will only get hurt.
He impatiently unhooked her hands.
“I had to climb a little,” he began soothingly. And they don't have enough people. I will strictly follow orders, don't worry. For a moment there was bitterness in his voice. - I'm heroic only in the movies.
“Please…” Alexis whispered under her breath.
He was already turning towards the exit.
- Let's go. I want to check the frequency of your station.
This turned out to be a nightmare. Alexis had a very vague idea of how the radio station worked, and the Spaniard who urged her on was as impatient as Michael. They took off from the spot, preventing her from properly checking the equipment. She did not even have time to kiss Michael and ask him to be careful.
Alexis stared at the manual in confusion. The text was in Spanish. She was about to panic, but then she remembered Michael. He had no doubt that she would succeed. So she'll be fine.
She began to deal with the radio station - which was actually very easy to operate - and tried not to think about Michael going into the treacherously dangerous mountains.
What's wrong with me? she asked herself. I don't know him for a week. Okay, last night he drove me crazy. But these are sensual pleasures. And judging by this morning, it was not unusual for him. He plays in a different league and we both know that very well.
He is a stranger. Random meeting. When Fred arrives, he will disappear and we will never see each other again. So why do I feel like a wife whose husband has gone into danger?
The answer frightened her so much that she jumped up.
"I didn't fall in love with him," she assured herself aloud. "I'm immune, aren't I?"
But that didn't stop her from freezing at the radio station, waiting for his voice.
At first, only brief reports were received from him about the whereabouts of the rescuers. Alexis carefully marked the dots on the card she was handed. Sometimes the reception was so bad that she was ready to burst into tears. But she didn't cry. It wouldn't help Michael, and knowing that she was in a panic, he could lose his guard and break loose. Therefore, she calmly answered the call and dispassionately repeated the heard coordinates.
It got harder when rescuers found the missing couple.
"They're on the ledge," Michael said. The girl appears to be conscious, but stunned.
Doesn't answer us. The man appears to be injured and probably unconscious. Now they will send me to them.
— Why you? Alexis burst out. He didn't seem to hear the excitement in her voice.
Alexis was happy for the first time with interference.
- Because I speak English and they are English. If the girl is shocked, it's better if I speak to her. Has his voice really softened or is it the radio? - Wish me luck.
Alexis bit her arm until it hurt.
“Good luck to you,” she said calmly. She spent the next half hour in indescribable horror. All transmitters were on, and she heard every step, every stone that fell, every scream and every curse. She constantly reminded herself that this was just a normal mountain rescue operation, and she was only worried because she had never been involved in one. But common sense proved to be a poor helper.
If only I could be there, she thought. God, if nothing happened to Michael.
His voice was heard in the receiver:
- The girl is fine.
Overworked and in shock, but in principle can move. The man is seriously injured. I think internal bleeding, although I'm certainly not an expert. We'll take him to the hut. Call the helicopter, okay?
— Yes, of course. What... what are you doing now?
“I put him on a stretcher and now I will climb next to them so that they do not tip over or hit the rock,” Michael’s voice came faintly. - Don't worry about him. The guys say that this is the standard way.
There was a click and the receiver went silent. Apparently he can't hear her anymore. Alexis pushed her earphones off and dialed the ER number. Her face was wet.
She repeated like a prayer: “I love you. Come back to me".
It was a hard hour. She was talking to Michael. He had an incredibly cold and businesslike voice. With numb fingers, shaking all over, she repeated: “Come back safe. Please please come back safe."
She didn't say that out loud, of course. And Michael only talked about business.
Even though he wasn't completely indifferent. When the victims were loaded into the helicopter, his voice sounded victorious.
“I’ll be at your place in a minute,” he said. “Good work, partner.
Alexis turned off the radio and leaned back in her chair. Partner. The trouble is that it looks like the truth. And she confessed her love to him, even though he did not hear. But it was.
- Good God! she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around herself and swaying. - What a fool you are! If you are too naive and cold for Patrick, then what comes out on the Slane scale?
Well, not cold, she thought, blushing. At least she didn't seem cold to herself. Michael, of course, may have other standards. But undeniably naive.
Today she will behave sensibly. Do not apply to Fred's Rioja. Don't hold Michael close to you, squealing with happiness that he came back unscathed. Don't hug him. Although, Alexis thought, hugs would be more rewarding. Michael Slane will probably be able to handle the admiration for him.
He has a lot of experience. The thought of how he would deal with this was unbearable.
She hurried off to prepare a festive dinner. It would be very handy if the dinner turned out to be a farewell at the same time, she thought. And the task is to put as much food and utensils between them as possible. Then he won't be able to take her hand and she won't beg him to stay.
She thought she had spent no more than a few minutes chopping vegetables when the kitchen door opened. She tensed and turned around. Could the search party have returned so quickly?
No, not a search party. A tall, handsome man with golden curls and a heavy crease between his eyebrows. Never before had Alexis seen that patrician face so angry. She dropped the knife from her suddenly dead fingers and turned to him, leaning her back on the worktable.
— Patrick!
He slammed the door behind him. Anger flashed in his eyes.
"I didn't hear the car pull up," she said nervously.
- I went up on foot. There was no one in the garage. It looks like everyone has gone to the mountains,” he said curtly.
Alexis happily switched to a neutral topic:
— Yes, there was an accident with climbers. A rescue team went after them, and now everything is in order.
Patrick impatiently dismissed the story of a successful expedition:
— That's not the point. What are you doing here ? Alexis swallowed. This man bore little resemblance to her former inspirational teacher. Or a charming young man whom she remembered from childhood. He was angry and surprisingly vulgar. Had her eight years of life been filled with love for this irritable dork? Alexis was surprised.
| Gonzalo's voice boomed all over the field, right up to my seat. - Vamos (Let's go)! They can't win this! He accompanied his every word with an aggressive clap. - Five minutes! We have five minutes guys! We need to win this shit! As the men regrouped on their side of the field, I saw Daniel approach Gonzalo and Aaron, gesturing with his hands and pointing at our goal. — Madre mía (God) ,” Isabelle said from her position as our goalkeeper, a few steps behind me. “I think they are making strategic changes. It doesn't look good, hermanita (sister) . When I noticed the movements of the men and the subsequent change of positions, my sister's suspicions were confirmed. “We screwed up, Isa,” I said without turning to her. They're transferring Aaron to the front. They use him as a striker. - Mierda (Damn) . Clark Kent will be the one to attack? My sister approached me and narrowed her eyes towards our opponents. - Quick, take off your shirt. This will distract him. I chuckled. — What? No — But, Lina… — I won't take off my T-shirt. What the hell are you talking about? - But your boobs will distract your boyfriend. — They won't distract me, trust me — Realizing that what I said was not like his girlfriend at all, I explained: — He has already seen everything that could be seen. - Then dance or sway. Anything your heart desires. I crossed my arms over my chest. — No. — Excellent. Then we will lose. "Not without a fight," I assured her, then raised my hands to my mouth and continued to do the same with the rest of the team. — Vamos, chicas! Todavia podemos ganar! ( Come on girls! We can still win! ) My words of encouragement were naive, we didn't have a chance to win the match. Not with Aaron striking. Even if I strip in front of him like Isabelle suggested. Turning to my sister, I pointed my finger at her. - Remember this moment when the losers, which we will no doubt be, will dance for everyone tonight. Next time, if you want to argue and put my reputation in jeopardy, choose quiz night. Not stupid football. Now let's try to finish this as best we can. When I ran into another team, all the guys jumped into action. My gaze focused on the ball passing from one player to another, all of them helplessly leaving behind each member of the team. For someone who has never played football before, he got the hang of it pretty damn fast. The looming figure of Aaron was rapidly approaching me, closing the distance. Too fast for my brain to tell my limbs to act. Mierda (Damn) . In an attempt to stop him in any possible way, not involving undressing, I rushed towards him in order to intercept the ball. Or him. Anything will do. Unfortunately, this intention was not at all where I expected. Just as I was about to approach him, my foot caught on a small bump in the grass, causing me to stumble and be catapulted forward. That's the end for you with dignity . As I prepared for the painful landing, my eyelids closed involuntarily. I was swallowed by darkness, I counted the seconds and milliseconds left before the upcoming collision with the grass. Nothing. The blow never came. One moment I was flying with my eyes closed and about to fall on my face into the ground, and the next I was somehow suspended in time. No, I was suspended in the air. Not knowing how, I blinked, opening my eyes just as a chuckle escaped my lips. My stomach hit something hard. I was then greeted by the appearance of shiny, smooth skin. Flawless back. My gaze slid down to a tight ass in sweatpants followed by a pair of muscular calves. Understanding descended when I realized that I was hanging on to someone. Especially from someone's shoulder - Aaron's shoulder, to be 100% accurate. What the… Everyone seemed to be on board, if the claps and applause around us were any sign. Ignoring the slight commotion behind us, Aaron sat me down on his broad shoulder, grabbing me gently but firmly around the waist. A complaint rose and died in my throat as he broke off and ran. “Aaron,” I yelped urgently. He ran, and I hung on him like a damn potato sack the size of a man. With each step, the symmetrical and tense strings of muscles on his back moved. And his ass too. Distracting me. Hell no, Lina. Focus. “Aaron,” I repeated, again ignored. - What. You. Are you doing? My speech was interrupted with every movement of his body. With each stomp of his long legs, directing the ball towards my sister. — Aaron Blackford! He chuckled. Then he patted me on the back of my thigh. — I couldn't let my girlfriend fall to the ground, could I? the asshole said calmly, not out of breath at all. “Aaron,” I howled. “I swear by Lucifer… He jumped a little harder, cutting off my words. His grip on my waist tightened. Sending a wave of awareness down my legs. His other hand still held the back of my thigh, his fingers skimming over my skin. God, everything I felt underneath was hard and warm. Damn. I couldn't believe it, and I was angry and. Shit . I was a little turned on by the show of force. This last thought barely caught on when Aaron's grip on my waist shifted, holding me with his whole arm. I felt his biceps on my side. My blood swirled, and it had nothing to do with the fact that I was upside down. - Get ready, girl . I'm going to win this game and put some food in you before you eat my head. - It can't be stopped. Guy . Wanting to know how close Aaron was to achieving the killer goal, I arched as hard as I could. Phones hovered behind us, recording this damned moment. Oh my god, please, I hope this doesn't happen on TikTok. The last bounce and chaos erupted as Aaron's footsteps stopped. “Put… me… on the ground.” I emphasized my words by hitting him in the back with my weak fists. Judging by his lack of reaction, I doubted he felt it at all. “Hey.” He turned around, giving me a chance to see my sister, who was still under the gate.  .
|
So forget about it. 
Pretty soon, I witnessed the ball land at the feet of Aaron, who, despite his enormous size, moved with incredible agility and skill. 
Three, two, one... 
.. and... and... 
