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My lips part to offer some sort or protest but his lips meet mine before I get out a single word. I lift an arm to push him away but as he deepens the kiss I reach up to hold the side of his face and pull him closer instead. My other arm wraps around his waist and the feel of his warm ski n melts the rest of my resolve.
He pushes me backwards until I hit the edge of the counter and then he effortlessly lifts me up to sit on the edge, holding me steady with one arm wrapped firmly around me. I instinctually wrap my legs around his waist and draw him closer. He groans and lowers his mouth to kiss his way down my neck as his free hand gets tangled in my hair. I drop my head back and exhale sharply as his kisses send another jolt of electricity through my body. I arch back as he reaches for the bottom of my t-shirt.
He has it raised just about over my head when Maci starts to bark again and the front door slams shut. Ashley’s voice calls up the stairs, “Charity! I’m back, are you still here?”
Chapter Eleven
I swear as I pull my shirt back on and try to smooth out the edges. I put a hand on Brandon’s chest and push him backward. He looks both surprised and hurt and I instantly feel guilty. “I’m sorry, but we gotta go, Ashley can’t find us…like this,” I say, gesturing between us.
He nods and pulls his t-shirt back on but I can tell he is upset.
I rack my brain, trying to figure out how to get Brandon out of here without Ashley seeing him. “Ok, listen, I’m going to go out there and distract her, you go downstairs and get outside. I’ll meet you out front in a few minutes,” I explain, hurriedly.
“Fine,” he agrees with an angry tone.
“Hey, Ash, I’m just finishing up here, be down in a sec,” I call from the hallway. I gather the wet towels and take them down the stairs with me, lea ving the door open for Brandon.
Ashley is still by the front door, scratching Maci’s wet tummy. She looks up when she hears me coming down the stairs and gasps, “What in the world happened?!”
“ Your dog dragged me into the pond, that’s what happened,” I say, dramatically. “It’s a good thing she’s so cute.” I laugh as Maci rolls around on her back, lavishing the attention.
“I’m really sorry Charity. You didn’t have to wash her, I would have done it,” she says as she straightens and reaches for the load of used towels. I hand them to her and follow her through the kitchen and into the laundry room. She puts everything in the machine and starts the cycle. “I would ask if you wanted to go get dinner but I guess you need to get home and get a shower.”
“Yeah, that and don’t you have a big project you need to do?”
“Well, yes, but you know me. I thr ive under pressure!” She jokes.
“Show me what you got,” I say, knowing that will buy enough time to let Brandon sneak outside.
We pass through the kitchen and back to the living room where she has set down her shopping bags. It’s mostly supplies so it doesn’t take too long to sift through it all b ut I’m sure it was long enough.
“I better get going,” I say, once she has put the bags away.
“Yeah, I gotta get to work anyways. Wanna do lunch tomorrow since today didn’t exactly work out?”
I nod. “Yeah, that works.”
And what an interesting lunch it will be , I think to myself, already trying to decide what to tell her about everything that has happened since she left the café this morning.
“Don’t forget your coat,” she says, as I turn to leave.
“My coat?”
“On the front porch, there’s a black coat. Isn’t it yours?” she asks, her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“Oh! That coat, yeah, thanks. I’ll make sure to grab it,” I say, realizing that Brandon probably left it outside when he came in to help.
“Alright, see you tomorrow,” she says, still looking slightly suspicious.
I get outside and scoop the coat off the porch. I look down the road and see Brandon
My lips part to offer some sort or protest but his lips meet mine before I get out a single word. I lift an arm to push him away but as he deepens the kiss I reach up to hold the side of his face and pull him closer instead. My other arm wraps around his waist and the feel of his warm ski n melts the rest of my resolve.
He pushes me backwards until I hit the edge of the counter and then he effortlessly lifts me up to sit on the edge, holding me steady with one arm wrapped firmly around me. I instinctually wrap my legs around his waist and draw him closer. He groans and lowers his mouth to kiss his way down my neck as his free hand gets tangled in my hair. I drop my head back and exhale sharply as his kisses send another jolt of electricity through my body. I arch back as he reaches for the bottom of my t-shirt.
He has it raised just about over my head when Maci starts to bark again and the front door slams shut. Ashley’s voice calls up the stairs, “Charity! I’m back, are you still here?”
Chapter Eleven
I swear as I pull my shirt back on and try to smooth out the edges. I put a hand on Brandon’s chest and push him backward. He looks both surprised and hurt and I instantly feel guilty. “I’m sorry, but we gotta go, Ashley can’t find us…like this,” I say, gesturing between us.
He nods and pulls his t-shirt back on but I can tell he is upset.
I rack my brain, trying to figure out how to get Brandon out of here without Ashley seeing him. “Ok, listen, I’m going to go out there and distract her, you go downstairs and get outside. I’ll meet you out front in a few minutes,” I explain, hurriedly.
“Fine,” he agrees with an angry tone.
“Hey, Ash, I’m just finishing up here, be down in a sec,” I call from the hallway. I gather the wet towels and take them down the stairs with me, lea ving the door open for Brandon.
Ashley is still by the front door, scratching Maci’s wet tummy. She looks up when she hears me coming down the stairs and gasps, “What in the world happened?!”
“ Your dog dragged me into the pond, that’s what happened,” I say, dramatically. “It’s a good thing she’s so cute.” I laugh as Maci rolls around on her back, lavishing the attention.
“I’m really sorry Charity. You didn’t have to wash her, I would have done it,” she says as she straightens and reaches for the load of used towels. I hand them to her and follow her through the kitchen and into the laundry room. She puts everything in the machine and starts the cycle. “I would ask if you wanted to go get dinner but I guess you need to get home and get a shower.”
“Yeah, that and don’t you have a big project you need to do?”
“Well, yes, but you know me. I thr ive under pressure!” She jokes.
“Show me what you got,” I say, knowing that will buy enough time to let Brandon sneak outside.
We pass through the kitchen and back to the living room where she has set down her shopping bags. It’s mostly supplies so it doesn’t take too long to sift through it all b ut I’m sure it was long enough.
“I better get going,” I say, once she has put the bags away.
“Yeah, I gotta get to work anyways. Wanna do lunch tomorrow since today didn’t exactly work out?”
I nod. “Yeah, that works.”
And what an interesting lunch it will be , I think to myself, already trying to decide what to tell her about everything that has happened since she left the café this morning.
“Don’t forget your coat,” she says, as I turn to leave.
“My coat?”
“On the front porch, there’s a black coat. Isn’t it yours?” she asks, her eyebrows knit together in confusion.
“Oh! That coat, yeah, thanks. I’ll make sure to grab it,” I say, realizing that Brandon probably left it outside when he came in to help.
“Alright, see you tomorrow,” she says, still looking slightly suspicious.
I get outside and scoop the coat off the porch. I look down the road and see Brandon
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