Page 14 of Aspen Heat
"Jesus, Mel. You purr like a kitten when you're turned on."
I blush and give him a shy smile. That kiss was something else and I want more.
"Maybe we should go ahead to my cabin."
"Maybe we should."
I take a look at him and realize he looks really rattled and that excites me. It seems as if our kiss affected him as much as it did me and I wonder what would have happened if we hadn't been interrupted.
SIX
MELISSA
Turnsout we were called away and were never able to go to my cabin after all. I was a little disappointed because I wanted to spend more alone time with Aspen, but the realities of life came crashing down on our time together.
It's been three days since I've seen him, and it's been on purpose. Okay, I'm avoiding Aspen Brooks, because things are moving along too fast. I'm catching feelings way too fast and that can only lead to trouble. It's worked out because I think he's been called back to work or maybe he's avoiding me as well.
I think I'm handling things well until my bestie pulls me away after one of my classes.
"What is going on with you, Melissa?"
"What do you mean? I'm fine."
"The hell you are. You've been distracted the past few days, and I even saw you call some students by the wrong name when you know each one of them by heart."
"I'm sort of avoiding the firefighter."
"The hot firefighter?"
"We kissed."
"OMG that's amazing. Let's go to the cafeteria so you can tell me more."
We start walking side by side as I try to gather my thoughts. I don't want to kiss and tell, but I need my bestie's input on what's happening in my life. Ms. Vivian has already tried to pry into my business, but I've kept closemouthed because she knows Aspen's family.
I get some water at the cafeteria and we sit down in a secluded spot in the room. The water is cool going down my throat and it eases my nerves.
"So…"
"The kiss was…intense to say the least."
"That's good, isn't it?"
"We were interrupted. But if we hadn't, I don't think we would have stopped."
"You would have had sex in a car?"
"A truck."
"It doesn't matter what you call it. It's not like you. At least not the woman I've known for the past five years. What's going on?"
I try to think on her question. What is going on? Is it because he saw me at my worst on the day we met? Is it because even though I was a brat to him he's always been kind and understanding to me. Except with the whole tearing down my door thing.
"I've formed a connection with him. He's a good man and a good firefighter. I don't even know why he let me hang out with him, because I was a real brat to him when we first met."
"If this is all about sex, I say go for it. You've been on your own too long."
"That's the thing, it's more than sex. Besides, I'd rather be alone than with someone that could potentially hurt me."
