Page 45 of Holiday on the Rocks
I jumped up, threw my arms over his shoulders, and he held me against him as my feet dangled. “You remember my chocolate weakness.”
He rested his forehead against mine. “I remember everything.”
Be still my jacked up beating heart.
“Okay, I’ll see you in about an hour.”
After five more minutes of goodbye kisses, he left.
I took a hot bubble bath and let my mind relive every minute in his bed. Not the bed of years past, but the bed of today. How could any of this be happening?
I jumped out of the bubbles and into the thick white robe that hung on the back of the door. I ran out and jumped back into Levi’s bed and pulled the covers up just as my cell phone screamed and I grabbed it.
“Yo, Rach, what’s up?”
“Well, holy shit, Allie. You sound happy. That must be one great vacation house.”
I couldn’t fight my grin. “It’s an amazing place to be.” Truth.
“Well, what ya been up to?”
A little nervousness hit my stomach as I painfully recalled she and Levi back in the day.
“Just, uh, hanging out.”
“Emily is right here.”
“Of course she is.”
“I’m putting the phone on speaker.”
Her scream almost blew out my eardrum. “The blizzard is wrapping up! You’d better have a big fat margarita waiting for me.”
“Sure thing.”
“Is Evan’s cousin nice?”
I held in a giggle at the memory of him being nice to every inch of me. “He’s okay. Pretty nice I guess.”
Lexi’s voice screeched. “You’ve been there with a man?”
Emily teased. “This is interesting.”
“Stop. But I’m glad to hear you sounding a little calmer today, Em.”
“Yeah, I’ve decided I’m letting all wedding stuff just roll off my back.” She spoke in a fairytale whisper. “I’m done worrying. Yup, any non-RSVP guests will just be set on fire. That’s all.”
“Nice.”
Lexi let out a dramatic sigh. “Okay, we’re done hearing Emily talk about any wedding shit, thank God.”
Emily laughed. “You’re a bitch, Lexi.”
“Yes, I am. I’m kinda like a finger in the ass. I’m either a wonderful surprise or just make everything awkward and uncomfortable.”
After a mind-numbing conversation about whether you’d prefer to have no nose but really good smelling fingers, or be blind and have a kick ass body, I finally got off the phone.
I threw on black leggings and white hoody before I got to the bottom of the stairs to find the most handsome fella in Colorado, maybe even the world, wearing black pants and a steel blue sports coat over a crisp white button-down shirt that highlighted those pecs and biceps. What the what? He held my coat out for me. The sight of him made me realize I needed a hug. And maybe an orgasm. Yes, a hugasm.
