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water was even hotter, Summer sat down and let the stream beat on her back as she huddled in the bottom of the tub. She moaned as the water hit her shoulder blades and massaged her muscles.
Not knowing how much time had passed, Summer finally reached behind her and turned off the water, but sat still for a moment or two. The bathroom was completely filled with steam, she could barely see an inch in front of her face. She’d been cold for so long the heat felt heavenly. Finally, she stood up, wobbling from both the heat and hunger, and peered out the shower curtain, making sure she was alone.
Seeing the door was still shut, she pulled back the curtain and reached for one of the towels. It was small and scratchy, but Summer didn’t care. Once she was dry, she pulled Mozart’s T-shirt over her head and laughed as it fell mid-thigh on her. She tried putting the shorts on, but knew immediately there would be no way they’d work. They were miles too big and she had no way to keep them up. She left them sitting on the counter and prayed Mozart was as much of a gentleman as he’d been so far. Summer didn’t want to be completely naked under the shirt, so she pulled her panties back on.
Seeing the soft drink sitting on the counter, her mouth immediately started watering. She wasn’t much of a soda drinker, but at that moment, she thought she’d die if she didn’t drink it right that second. She twisted the top off, enjoying the hiss of the carbonation as it rushed out of the bottle. Summer tipped it up and guzzled the fuzzy drink down. It was slightly warm, but it tasted so good. She finished the bottle and sighed happily. Her sigh was immediately followed by a gigantic burp. She blushed, hoping like hell Mozart wasn’t sitting out in the room laughing.
Summer cracked open the bathroom door, watching how the steam rushed out of the bathroom as she pushed it all the way open, and walked into the small motel room. Mozart wasn’t back from wherever he’d gone yet, so, avoiding the bed, she wandered over to the easy chair in the corner and pulled her knees up to her chest as she stretched the huge T-shirt over her knees so she was covered from neck to toes.
She knew Mozart had questions and wasn’t happy with how he’d found her. Summer hadn’t done anything wrong, but knew he’d want to talk to her about it. She just had to figure out how much she was going to tell him. Summer didn’t usually blurt out her entire sad life history to just anyone. She wanted to trust Mozart, but she also remembered how much he’d hurt her by promising to be back, and then not showing up until now.
Summer cocked her head to the side as she thought about Mozart. He had come back. He’d never said how long it’d be before he returned; only that he would. So technically, he hadn’t broken any promises to her. Summer sighed. She’d play it by ear and see what he wanted when he got back. Maybe Mozart just wanted her to be warm for the night. He was a SEAL after all; it was ingrained in him to rescue people. Maybe he wasn’t back for anything, other than to fulfill his promise or to go hiking some more.
She hated waiting. Mozart would return soon enough. Lying her head against the side of the chair, she quickly drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that, for the moment at least, she was safe and warm.
Chapter Seven
Mozart juggled the bags in his hands as he opened the door to his motel room. He’d driven into town to find some food. He knew Summer would never admit it, but she had to be hungry. He hadn’t seen any food in the damn storage building she’d been living in, and of course, he remembered how she’d enjoyed the steak when they’d gone out two months ago.
The room was dark, except for the light coming from the open bathroom door. Mozart looked around and found Summer curled up in the chair in the corner of the room. He silently put the bags of food down and went over to where she slept. Mozart
Not knowing how much time had passed, Summer finally reached behind her and turned off the water, but sat still for a moment or two. The bathroom was completely filled with steam, she could barely see an inch in front of her face. She’d been cold for so long the heat felt heavenly. Finally, she stood up, wobbling from both the heat and hunger, and peered out the shower curtain, making sure she was alone.
Seeing the door was still shut, she pulled back the curtain and reached for one of the towels. It was small and scratchy, but Summer didn’t care. Once she was dry, she pulled Mozart’s T-shirt over her head and laughed as it fell mid-thigh on her. She tried putting the shorts on, but knew immediately there would be no way they’d work. They were miles too big and she had no way to keep them up. She left them sitting on the counter and prayed Mozart was as much of a gentleman as he’d been so far. Summer didn’t want to be completely naked under the shirt, so she pulled her panties back on.
Seeing the soft drink sitting on the counter, her mouth immediately started watering. She wasn’t much of a soda drinker, but at that moment, she thought she’d die if she didn’t drink it right that second. She twisted the top off, enjoying the hiss of the carbonation as it rushed out of the bottle. Summer tipped it up and guzzled the fuzzy drink down. It was slightly warm, but it tasted so good. She finished the bottle and sighed happily. Her sigh was immediately followed by a gigantic burp. She blushed, hoping like hell Mozart wasn’t sitting out in the room laughing.
Summer cracked open the bathroom door, watching how the steam rushed out of the bathroom as she pushed it all the way open, and walked into the small motel room. Mozart wasn’t back from wherever he’d gone yet, so, avoiding the bed, she wandered over to the easy chair in the corner and pulled her knees up to her chest as she stretched the huge T-shirt over her knees so she was covered from neck to toes.
She knew Mozart had questions and wasn’t happy with how he’d found her. Summer hadn’t done anything wrong, but knew he’d want to talk to her about it. She just had to figure out how much she was going to tell him. Summer didn’t usually blurt out her entire sad life history to just anyone. She wanted to trust Mozart, but she also remembered how much he’d hurt her by promising to be back, and then not showing up until now.
Summer cocked her head to the side as she thought about Mozart. He had come back. He’d never said how long it’d be before he returned; only that he would. So technically, he hadn’t broken any promises to her. Summer sighed. She’d play it by ear and see what he wanted when he got back. Maybe Mozart just wanted her to be warm for the night. He was a SEAL after all; it was ingrained in him to rescue people. Maybe he wasn’t back for anything, other than to fulfill his promise or to go hiking some more.
She hated waiting. Mozart would return soon enough. Lying her head against the side of the chair, she quickly drifted off to sleep, secure in the knowledge that, for the moment at least, she was safe and warm.
Chapter Seven
Mozart juggled the bags in his hands as he opened the door to his motel room. He’d driven into town to find some food. He knew Summer would never admit it, but she had to be hungry. He hadn’t seen any food in the damn storage building she’d been living in, and of course, he remembered how she’d enjoyed the steak when they’d gone out two months ago.
The room was dark, except for the light coming from the open bathroom door. Mozart looked around and found Summer curled up in the chair in the corner of the room. He silently put the bags of food down and went over to where she slept. Mozart
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