refinement didn’t matter, though. Not to him, and from all appearances, not to Brenna, either. He was all in. His body and the candy heart had already said as much. Later, he’d whispered his heart’s desires to Brenna, but lost in the moment, he now worried she didn’t realize the truth behind his words. What else could he do? Verbally restate everything? Yes. Place his cards on the table, and tell her what he wanted—a relationship.
He placed his bag next to the door and turned to watch Brenna’s hand tremble as she stuffed the last item into her backpack.
Time to find out if Brenna truly reciprocated all the things he’d felt, all the things he’d purred as he gave her a very thorough sponge bath.
He grinned.
Brenna caught his knowing look. She glanced away, but not before her cheeks flamed that adorable red.
With cell reception back in full force, and the blizzard blown out, Brenna had called her father to pick her up, and his parents were making their way over as soon as they could dig out their vehicles. The snowmobile sat under a few feet of snow, and it probably wouldn’t start without being plugged in. Besides, he didn’t want to leave Brenna.
Face it Buchanan, you don’t want her out of your sight because you’re worried she’ll change her mind.
Or realize you’re not worthy.
He clenched his fists and forced his shoulders down. He watched Brenna mill around the room. His whole body thrummed from overuse, but he still wanted to wrap her in his arms and curl up with her on the couch.
“Wish we had more time up here,” he admitted as he walked up from behind and pulled her in for a hug. He pressed his lips into her neck and inhaled her rosy scent. Her butt pressed into his groin, and his body ached for her. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her warmth.
“Me, too,” she sighed. “But I have to get back for my early shift tomorrow.”
He nodded and squeezed her tight. “I’m lucky to have tomorrow off. I’ll try to get your truck up and running, but if that fails, I’ll arrange for a tow.”
She pulled out of his grasp and picked up the remaining bags. He helped her move her backpack and emergency kit beside the door alongside his stuff. They’d already cleaned up the living room, bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. There wasn’t anything left to do but wait.
Wait for the end?
Fuck that. He told her he wanted a relationship, and he’d meant it.
Why did she look so nervous then? Why did her hands tremble?
Despite her words, did she no longer feel the same way? Or did she doubt him? She shouldn’t. He lived in Vancouver, the same city and only a thirty minute commute away from Brenna’s place. They’d make this work.
“Brenna.” Her name rolled off his tongue.
She stopped visually sweeping the room, and turned to him. “Yes?”
“I—”
Bam!
The cabin’s front door slammed open and interrupted what he’d planned to say.
****
Brenna stood in shock as a blonde bombshell with a classic hourglass figure, big ski-bunny hair, and a porn-star worthy pout barged into the cabin and threw her considerable charms all over Eric. Her body wrapped around his, like an octopus attacking prey.
“Eric!” she squealed. “I was so worried.”
Eric’s parents clambered into the cabin through the open door and wiped their feet on the rug. Paul Buchanan looked like an older replica of Eric, with the same powerful, tall build and sandy hair; whereas, Shannon Buchanan held little resemblance to her son, save her piercing green gaze.
Still extremely aware of the mewling blonde fawning over the man she’d practically licked from head to toe hours ago, Brenna squeezed her fists tight and turned to Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan.
“Hello,” Brenna said. “It’s been a long time.”
Eric’s parents nodded, his father with a slight frown and turned down mouth, and his mother with a semi-distracted smile. They barely glanced her way before returning their attention to the spectacle behind Brenna.
He placed his bag next to the door and turned to watch Brenna’s hand tremble as she stuffed the last item into her backpack.
Time to find out if Brenna truly reciprocated all the things he’d felt, all the things he’d purred as he gave her a very thorough sponge bath.
He grinned.
Brenna caught his knowing look. She glanced away, but not before her cheeks flamed that adorable red.
With cell reception back in full force, and the blizzard blown out, Brenna had called her father to pick her up, and his parents were making their way over as soon as they could dig out their vehicles. The snowmobile sat under a few feet of snow, and it probably wouldn’t start without being plugged in. Besides, he didn’t want to leave Brenna.
Face it Buchanan, you don’t want her out of your sight because you’re worried she’ll change her mind.
Or realize you’re not worthy.
He clenched his fists and forced his shoulders down. He watched Brenna mill around the room. His whole body thrummed from overuse, but he still wanted to wrap her in his arms and curl up with her on the couch.
“Wish we had more time up here,” he admitted as he walked up from behind and pulled her in for a hug. He pressed his lips into her neck and inhaled her rosy scent. Her butt pressed into his groin, and his body ached for her. He closed his eyes and enjoyed her warmth.
“Me, too,” she sighed. “But I have to get back for my early shift tomorrow.”
He nodded and squeezed her tight. “I’m lucky to have tomorrow off. I’ll try to get your truck up and running, but if that fails, I’ll arrange for a tow.”
She pulled out of his grasp and picked up the remaining bags. He helped her move her backpack and emergency kit beside the door alongside his stuff. They’d already cleaned up the living room, bedroom, kitchen, and bathroom. There wasn’t anything left to do but wait.
Wait for the end?
Fuck that. He told her he wanted a relationship, and he’d meant it.
Why did she look so nervous then? Why did her hands tremble?
Despite her words, did she no longer feel the same way? Or did she doubt him? She shouldn’t. He lived in Vancouver, the same city and only a thirty minute commute away from Brenna’s place. They’d make this work.
“Brenna.” Her name rolled off his tongue.
She stopped visually sweeping the room, and turned to him. “Yes?”
“I—”
Bam!
The cabin’s front door slammed open and interrupted what he’d planned to say.
****
Brenna stood in shock as a blonde bombshell with a classic hourglass figure, big ski-bunny hair, and a porn-star worthy pout barged into the cabin and threw her considerable charms all over Eric. Her body wrapped around his, like an octopus attacking prey.
“Eric!” she squealed. “I was so worried.”
Eric’s parents clambered into the cabin through the open door and wiped their feet on the rug. Paul Buchanan looked like an older replica of Eric, with the same powerful, tall build and sandy hair; whereas, Shannon Buchanan held little resemblance to her son, save her piercing green gaze.
Still extremely aware of the mewling blonde fawning over the man she’d practically licked from head to toe hours ago, Brenna squeezed her fists tight and turned to Mr. and Mrs. Buchanan.
“Hello,” Brenna said. “It’s been a long time.”
Eric’s parents nodded, his father with a slight frown and turned down mouth, and his mother with a semi-distracted smile. They barely glanced her way before returning their attention to the spectacle behind Brenna.
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