Page 100 of Fall for You
Chapter Forty-Seven
Willow clutched the edge of her seat. “Stop over there.” She nodded toward a turnout right before the inn’s entrance.
It was the first she’d spoken since they’d ended that heart-stopping, life-altering, mind-bending kiss.
In her defense, to say it had rattled her senses was the understatement of the century. Speech had been impossible.
And it wasn’t like Eric had been a Chatty Cathy either.
He’d grown oddly distant and silent as he’d carried her from the rock to the car, pausing to tuck his jacket around her before shutting the door.
She didn’t think it was a bad distance, though. He wasn’t scowling or anything. He was just deep in thought.
And so was she. Because…
Yeah. This was big. They’d actually kissed. And maybe that first kiss could have been brushed off as some impulsive moment—a reaction to the letters and their proximity.
But that second kiss? The one she’d initiated?
Heat flooded her cheeks. She still couldn’t quite believe she’d done that. It hadn’t been thought out. It’d been sheer instinct. All heart and soul and emotion, and…
And at some point, she was going to have to think about what exactly this meant.
She peeked over to see that Eric was studying her.
They’d probably have to talk about it. But that time was not now. She reached for the tin full of Charlie’s letters. “Are you still good with me taking these?” Before he could answer, she added, “I’ll put them in the box with the others as soon as I can get away.”
“Of course.” His lips twitched. “I trust you.”
Her heart did a backflip. “Cool.”
“Indeed.”
He sounded so stiff and proper, she knew he had to be teasing. She flashed him a smile and held up the tin. “Thank you, and…thank you.”
His brows arched, mischief making his eyes sparkle. “Two thank-yous, eh?”
“Three, actually.” She held up the tin. “Thank you for trusting me with the letters. Thank you for this morning. And thank you for taking care of me last night.”
“It was entirely my pleasure.” His dark gaze found hers and held, and she felt that heat in her cheeks turn into full-on flames.
Apparently her reaction was amusing to him, because he chuckled.
She flushed with something hot. Something that must be turning her cheeks neon red. “Okay, well…I’m just gonna, uh…I’m gonna go.”
Yup. Playing it cool. That was her.
She reached for the door handle again, already shedding his coat.
He stopped her, pulling the coat back up. “Keep it.”
“But—”
“Please. It’s cold out. And I’d rather know you’re warm.”
“I don’t need two coats, Eric.”
“You did before.” He winked at her, clearly unwilling to take no for an answer.
