Page 84 of All Too Well
I grab her, rolling her to be on top of me. “You can sleep on me.”
“You’re like a rock.”
“Something is definitely hardening,” I tease.
“Already?” Her eyes widen.
“I’m finding it harder to stay unaroused lately.”
“Oh, I bet it’s because of me.”
I grin. “I would say you’re correct.”
“Has it always been this way?” Her voice is tentative.
“Since you were about eighteen, yes.”
“So, wow, before your mom died?”
I brush her hair back, tucking it behind her ear. I’m not sure how much to tell her. “That’s why I was so angry with you. You. Ainsley MacKinley. My friend, my best friend’s sister, was not supposed to be the girl I was lusting after. Then I got drunk, thinking I could numb the pain of my mother and the feelings I had for you. It was supposed to help.”
“But I came out there.”
“You came out there, smelling like jasmine and vanilla with the purest of intentions.”
She lets out a loud laugh at that. “Umm, I wouldn’t exactly say that. Not that I thought you were going to maul me against the stone wall, but my intentions around you haven’t ever been pure and innocent.”
“And all this time you’ve been mentally undressing me?”
“And you haven’t been doing the same?”
I grin. “I never said I wasn’t.”
Ainsley leans in and kisses me. “Now we have a few weeks to actually undress each other.”
My hand moves up to grip her ass, sliding her closer. “We sure do.”
Just as things are starting to move in the right direction, the fire tones ring out through the radio, and I groan, breaking away from her delicious mouth.
Ainsley rolls off to her side of the bed—great, I’m already thinking of it as her side—and I sit up, waiting to hear the announcement.
“Station 13, Battalion Chief 2, Truck 689, report of a building fire at 188 Main Street. EMS en route.”
I’m pulling my shorts on before it can start the repeat message for those who missed it the first time. “I have to go,” I tell Ainsley.
She sits up, pulling the blanket with her. “Of course, Main Street ... is that Hazel?”
“No, but it’s close. Stay here. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Ainsley nods. “Be careful, Lach.”
I wink as I grab my radio. “Always.” I get halfway out the door and turn back, walking to the bed. She blinks a few times as I lean down. “Don’t leave the bed. I want you here when I get back.” I kiss her and then head out.
“Good job, everyone,” I say as we’re standing outside the fire truck. When we got here the fire was already out thanks to theoverhead sprinklers. What sucks about those is that they cause more water damage than anything. The only way to shut the water off is if we do it.
“Thankfully it ended up being nothing,” Davidson says, cracking his neck. “Just sucks they’ll need to replace the whole first floor.”
“Still, the sprinklers did exactly what they were supposed to.”
