little odd. I wasn’t the type to jump into relationships. I’d been with my high school sweetheart for seven years, she was my first and I never cheated.
I wasn’t a player by any means, but I knew my way around women. Since moving to Nashville, I just hadn’t had much interest in any of them. Until Ember .
She was enigmatic and fun, easy to talk to and delightful. I enjoyed teasing her and she seemed to enjoy it, too. I wanted her more than I ever wanted any woman. It didn’t seem real. I never believed I would be one to fall into lust at first sight, but even I had to admit that’s what it was. I’d never be so naïve to call it love, but this girl… There was something about her that drew me in, made me want to please her in any possible way I could. It was ridiculous, but I couldn’t change the way my body reacted to her.
I hopped in the shower and turned on the cold water. I needed to stay away from her. Sexually, at least. She might want a summer fling, but I had absolutely no interest in that. It was all or nothing for me. Which meant I’d be filling my summer with cold showers and jerking. I definitely needed to invest in a real lock for the damn door.
After my shower, I dried off and wrapped the towel firmly around my waist. I opened up the door to make sure the coast was clear and then walked into my room. I dressed quickly and went out to the living room. I wasn’t prepared for Ember to be waiting for me.
She was scantily clad, though I liked to think it wasn’t for me, in shorts and a tank top. Her blonde hair was curly around her shoulders and her legs were crossed as she sat on the couch. She was tan and hot as hell and the sight of her kicked me in the gut. I ignored my rising desire and went to the fridge in the kitchen. Ignoring her altogether seemed like a good idea, too.
She was messing with her phone, ignoring me just as much as I ignored her, but it didn’t feel right from her. I thought she might be trying to play hard to get. No matter how hard the getting got, I refused to play into her game. I wasn’t about to get my ass kicked by Dallas. I pulled a Coke out of the fridge and sucked half of it down before I took a breath. When I lowered the can, she was standing on the other side of the island, staring at me intently.
“What happened earlier was a bad idea,” she started, her big green eyes sincere.
I agreed, but it still stung my ego to hear her say the words. “Of course.”
“I mean, I’ve been messed up, emotionally, for the last few years. My dad died, and then my sister… I just did it to be impulsive. And because you’re crazy hot,” she said.
Her admission had my cock rising, but I told myself she wasn’t coming on to me, and I was able to control myself. “I get it. Let’s forget it ever happened.” I hoped she would forget. And never tell Dallas.
“Agreed.” She stuck her hand out for me to shake.
I grasped her hand and there it was: a spark of electricity. She jumped but I held on to her hand as the initial pain of the shock wore off. “Agreed.” I let my eyes bore into hers and she finally pulled away, staring at her hands.
“I really want to sing with you, though,” she admitted, eyes still downcast.
I smiled. “I’d like that, too. We can work on it tomorrow. You must be exhausted from the long day. Want to watch a movie? I’ll make popcorn.”
She lifted her head and her eyes lit up. “That sounds great.”
“I’ll get started. Dallas has a huge DVD library. Pick one out and I’ll get the popcorn started,” I directed her to the large bookcase filled with DVDs.
She walked over to the bookshelf while I pulled out a pan to cook some corn. “What are you in the mood for? Scary, comedy, romantic, Sci-Fi?”
I laughed. “Comedy.” No way
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I was getting pulled into a scary or romantic movie. Sci-Fi wasn’t something I was interested in, either.
As the oil heated up on the stove, I turned to watch her as she picked one out. She
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