“Better than okay.” I ignored the flashing red lights, the sirens that told me to stop, and I went in for more. More fireworks. More brain-melting pleasure. I pressed up against him, shamelessly rubbing my soft parts against his corresponding hard ones. As sensitized as that foot massage had made me, I could probably get off fully clothed. Something I hadn’t done since…well, since that sexy foot massage. But before that, high school. I trailed my hand down his chest, my jelly-brain ignoring my previous resolution to stay focused. What’d be the harm in a little make-out session between friends, really?
Just as my hand reached the waistband of his pants, he gasped and stepped away. “Wait. Stop.”
“Stop?” My heartbeat said,go-go, go-go.
“We’re friends, right?”
“Friends.” I nodded.
Wrong answer. “Friends.” The moonlight illuminated his bitter smile. “G’night, Marlee.”
Turning his back to me, he shoved his hands into his pockets and headed down the path that led to the parking lot. The cold breeze pushed in through the open front of Tyler’s jacket, chilling my heated skin and dousing my desire. I trudged up the stairs to my lonely room at the inn.