Luke chuckled under his breath this time and said, “Okay. I’ll ask Ezra.”
He sat the phone down, judging by the thump that came over the line, and I listened to everything that was being said as Luke put his own spin on what I told him, playing up the events like I’m planning on seducing the poor man. Though that wasn’t far from the truth, Luke made me sound sex-crazed.
Ezra laughed. Rin snorted. Toni giggled.
I wanted to strangle all of them and growled into the phone. “Ha. Ha. Very fucking funny. So glad you guys can laugh at my insecurity.”
Something rubbed against the speaker, covering it up so I couldn’t hear everything. Seconds later, the line cleared up and Luke was back.
“Sorry sis,” he said. “Ez isn’t sure. He doesn’t think there is a woman, but he isn’t positive.”
“Okay,” I said. “That’s not helpful.”
“Look at things this way,” Luke started. “Guy just left his life for several months. Does that sound like something a man who had a romantic partner would do?”
I stammered, “Well… no… I suppose not.”
That made even more sense too. Still, the news did little to curb my growing suspicions.
“So… chances are, he is telling you the truth. You just don’t want to believe him,” he said.
I sighed. “Yeah. That’s possible. Thank you.”
“Don’t make a mess and don’t use my bed,” he said.
“Ew…” I groaned and ended the call.
I crossed my arms and leaned into the corner of the couch. Staying until the storm let up just might have been one of the worse mistakes of my life. But part of me wondered if it just might be the best thing I ever did.
I mean… the way he kissed me.
I closed my eyes, pulling the memory. Replaying the way his lips felt on mine. The taste of the whiskey on his mouth. The brush of heat filling my cheeks as his fingers lightly brushed my sides.
My body wanted him. Badly. He might be completely wrong for me, but damn my ovaries were screaming for him, and having him inside me is the only thing I can think about. Mistake or not. First time or not.
I wanted him on a cellular level.
But as I laid against the couch, eyes closed, replaying all the wonderful and delightful sensations kissing Guy put me under, the effects of the whiskey started taking hold, easing my nerves and relaxing me. I started melting into the couch.
I was sleepy and waiting on Guy to return was like waiting on the storm to pass. I wasn’t sure what all he was doing, but it was taking a while. Besides, it was hard to fight the need for a nap.
A short one wouldn’t hurt, and I just might dream of him again.
8
GUY
By the time I was able to go back inside the cabin to what warmth I was able to feel, it was dark out, and I was nearly frozen to the core. I was barely able to hold onto the few logs I had carried inside with me thanks to the lack of sensation in my arms and legs. Not only that but, on the tip of my tongue were some not-so-kind words for my dear cousin and his roommates.
There was a line drawn between absentmindedness due to being excited, and pure and utter lack in respect and responsibility. It was one thing for me to go out and gather up wood. But what I had just done was far, far more involved than I had originally expected.
I was exceptionally pissed off with being forced to spend so long outside in the freaking artic, sub-zero weather. Ezra had better know how lucky he was that I didn’t call him immediately and give him a piece of my mind along with those painful words I had half of mind on delivering to him.
Hell, I had half of mind for telling him he could find someone else to keep an eye on the cabin because I wasn’t going to do it anymore past this storm. Not with feeling like I was being taken advantage of.
Fuck them.
But once I was inside, and standing in front of the fireplace, absorbing the warmth, I decided it was best to just let the shit go. He and his roommates were excited about spending time with their woman. Who was I to hold blame against them? I probably would have a list of things that slipped my mind too, even if it crossed the line of being irresponsible… if I were that in love and had to live separated from her for any amount of time.