~Lindsey POV~

"I have a plan," I told her.

This was a real test of our compatibility. If this plan works we will work.

"You run in front of me," I saw the other pairs were already after each other, "We'll third party them. When I tell you to, go as low to the ground as you can and tighten up your shoulders."

"Gotcha. Ready when you are," Nicky responded.

We were running quickly and in sync. I motioned for her to get in front. The time was nearly upon us.

"3."

She picked up the pace and we were 15 feet from them.

"2."

I watched her lower her body to the ground, still keeping pace. 9 feet.

"1."

I saw her shoulders and back tense up. I came up from behind and placed both my hands on her shoulders and she managed to hold steady. Using my strength I used her as a vault board and propelled myself into the air above the others. Just like I thought everyone's attention was on me. As I came to the ground I reached out my hand to grab one of the flags and rolled as I landed. 1 of 4. Right away I stood up and my back was to the group. I heard one of them step towards me, so I turned a quick 180 and pushed my hip away from his hand. 

I looked past him to see Nicky had already taken care of one and just pulled the flag off another one. 3 of 4. Impressive.  I quickly spun around the guy in front of me. I was now behind him and leaving him no time to react, I snatched the flag from his waist. The momentum of the motion caused me to stumble backwards and I landed back to back with Nicky. Both of us were out of breath as the whistle was blown.

"Diversion tactic. I like it," she exclaimed as she elbowed my side.

"Glad you caught on," I elbowed her back. 

One of the teachers walked up to us.

"As the winners you ladies get popsicles."

Nicky eagerly grabbed the purple one, "Thank you!"

"It's my pleasure. You guys were really impressive out there."

I grabbed my popsicle and escorted her back to the bleachers that I grabbed her from. We walked across the field with the sun beating down on us and the popsicles melting by the second. I felt an odd satisfaction. It's very easy to catch her attention. That's what Saffron had told me and that's where I pulled the idea of taking off my shirt. I recalled the way she had stared at me when I did. He didn't lie.

As we walked I found myself enticed by the way she was eating the popsicle. I normally bite my popsicles to prevent them from making a mess, but she was sucking on it. I stared as she licked the popsicle all the way up from the base and flicked her tongue off the top. Then she brought her mouth over the tip of the popsicle, sucked on it for just a moment and brought her mouth up, as the sun made her saliva glimmer.

She was looking at me. One eyebrow raised and a smirk on her face, "You've been staring for an awful long time."

Pull yourself together.

"It's nothing," I responded.

"Certainly doesn't look like nothing," she said as she kissed the tip of the popsicle.

I turned my head away so fast I almost gave myself whiplash and my face was beet red. I heard her laugh at me as we approached the bleachers. She stepped up to where she was sitting and tossed my shirt back.

"Don't forget my Chick-fil-a," she said as she winked at me.

God damn.