Nope, just having trouble traveling down memory lane since I bulldozed it then ran over Jason, the equivalent of the perfect man, minus the whole accident-prone thing he’d always had going on. Though I’d always been under the impression it had been more his sister’s bad timing and Jason’s bad luck.
“It’s okay to still think about him, you know. God only knows every other girl who’s ever seen that perfectly sculpted face has entertained similar thoughts. Then again, maybe not every other girl, since you actually saw him naked.”
Because that was helpful.
Visions of his abs clouded my vision until my chest hurt…
“What the hell are you doing?” he growled against my mouth as I lifted his shirt higher and higher, until bronze-muscled skin greeted my cold fingers.
“I’m freezing.” I nipped his lower lip. “Warm me up?”
“Always.” He tugged his shirt from his body then removed mine.
“What are you doing?” I burst out laughing while he continued to strip down to his boxers then reached for my jean shorts.
His green eyes sparked with lust. “What? I thought you needed me to warm you up? I may have been kicked out of Cub Scouts, but I’m pretty sure I got this shit locked down. Skin to skin contact, the only way to save a life.”
“And my life needs saving?”
“Desperately,” he breathed, his hands making dizzy circles down my hips until I bucked against him, my body craving more of him — always more.
“But your parents—”
“Gone. Weekend getaway.”
“Milo?”
“Dead.”
“What?” I gasped.
“Chill,” he laughed. “She’s with Colt at some weird Star Wars convention-party-thing that I refused to dress up for.”
“So…” My heart skipped in my chest. “…it’s just you and me.”
“And the dog.” Jason nodded seriously. “But he swore to take all secrets to the grave.”
I tilted my head in Ruff’s direction. “Can we trust him?”
“He put his paw across the Bible and then winked when I gave him a bone. I think we’re good.”
Laughing, I tugged Jason closer.
“I love you, Maddy. I always will.”
“I love you too,” I whispered.
“Your face is really red right now,” Liza pointed out.
“Sorry.” I shook my head. “Just… thinking.”
“About Jason?”
“Shh!” I waved my hands in front of me. “I doubt he even remembers me. It was a long time ago.”
Liza arched her eyebrows and then jutted out her hip. “Whatever makes you feel better about leaving him high and dry that night.”
“With one of his best friends,”was the other part of the story she wasn’t saying; maybe for my sake, possibly for hers, since it was actually her brother who’d been my ride out of town.