Aubrey licked her lips, something I’ve noticed she did often, and my cock reminded me it was there, as it had been doing a lot of lately. “Why don’t we call it a truce?”
The three beers I consumed buzzed through my head, making my thoughts woozy and unclear. “A truce? Now why would we do that? We haven’t finished yet.”
“I don’t want to compete against you, Nash. I want to kiss you.” The words slurred a bit.
The alcohol fused sexual tension throbbed between us.
“Would you be saying that without the wine?”
Aubrey moved closer to me on the couch, abandoning her glass on the side table. “Yes. The wine just gives me courage to actually make a move.”
“Good. What are you waiting for, then?”
CHAPTER FOUR
Aubrey
Kiss him.What’s stopping you?
A drunken, sloppy kiss wasn’t how I wanted him to remember me by. But at this point, did it even matter? Would he even care?
Yet I cared.
I shouldn’t kiss my neighbor.
What if things didn’t work out? Imagine the awkwardness…
Fuck, my damn head didn’t shut up. Even with wine.
I bit my bottom lip and shoved my hands beneath my thighs. The courage rushed out of me like a balloon deflating all its air. It was time to go.
As I got to my feet, Nash’s shoulders fell and a worried look stretched across his handsome features. “I’m sorry. Did I say something wrong?” He stood, running a hand through his hair and down over his beard.
“No, of course not. You’ve been great. I’m just tired, full, and a bit drunk. I think I should say goodnight.”
“Okay. Let me get your coat.” Nash offered me a smile before fetching my coat from the hook near his doorway. I glanced out the bay window, the snow falling hard and fast, and wished I wore something other than high heels. I didn’t prepare, though I knew the blizzard was coming. Damn sexy mountain men and their distracting ways.
Nash helped me into my coat and walked me to the doorway.
“Thank you for dinner. It was delicious.”
“You’re welcome. Thank you for coming. I apologize once more for the early delivery. It won’t happen again.”
I chuckled. “It’s okay. Your amazing cooking skills made up for it.”
“Can I walk you home?”
“No, that’s okay. I’m just across the street.”
“Please, Aubrey. I insist.”
“Okay.” I stood back and waited as he changed into boots and put on his jacket and hat. He offered me his arm, which I gladly took, and as soon as he opened the door, the wind blew snow in our face.
“Ahh!” I yelped while laughing at the same time, the cold ice leaving a frost on my face and a chill down my spine.
Nash laughed too as he wiped his face. We hurried across the road, snow blowing at us in every direction and didn’t stop until we were on my covered porch, away from the blowing ice water.
“It’s blowing fast!” I said over the wind in front of my door, Nash blocking me in, his back to his cabin. “Glad I work from home.”
