Page 13 of Tempted By the Mountain Man
I wanted to kiss Camden from the moment that I first saw her, and that feeling has only grown every moment since. Sitting across from her, our knees brushing against each other as the rain cocooned us in our little cabin, that feeling hits a boiling point.
My heart felt like it was in my throat every time it was time to ask or answer a question. It felt like the stakes were getting higher and higher with each question.
We reach Honey Peak and I slow so that we can check out some of the storefronts on Main Street.
“What are you hungry for?” I ask and she hums, leaning closer to the passenger side window.
“How about burgers? That place looks good,” she says, pointing to a glowing red diner sign.
“Whatever you want.”
I turn into the parking lot and take the closest parking spot to the front door so that we don’t get absolutely drenched.
“Ready to run for it?” I ask and she laughs.
“Let’s do it.”
We throw open our doors, taking off toward the front of the diner through the rain. By the time we’re inside, we’re both soaked, but Camden just laughs, heading toward a booth in the back of the restaurant. I follow after her, sliding in on the old red leather bench seat across from her.
The menus are a little sticky as we each take one from behind the napkin holder. An older lady bustles over to our booth, already getting her order pad from her apron.
“Some weather, huh?” she says to us as she fishes out a pen.
“Yeah, it’s really coming down out there.”
“What can I get you two? Some hot chocolate to warm you up?” she offers and Camden moans slightly.
“Yeah, two of those,” I say.
I’m on edge. My body was already wound tight after thinking about our little game. If she moans like that again, I think that I might combust. That, or beg her to love me and want me even a fraction as badly as I want her.
“Can I get a water too please,” Camden says.
“Same,” I add, and the waitress, Nora, according to her nametag, nods and starts back toward the kitchen.
“Looks like we have the place to ourselves,” Camden comments, and I look around.
The diner really is deserted, and it makes me feel like we’re the only two people in the world. I kind of like it.
“I’m going to get the bacon cheeseburger,” I say and Camden smiles.
“Me too.”
“My kind of girl,” I say quietly, but she hears me and laughs.
“You’re not one of those guys who expects their date to eat a salad then?”
“Is this a date?” I ask, latching on to her wording right away.
She shrugs and I groan, making her laugh.
“To answer your question, no. I never understood that. I want you to have a good time when you’re out with me, not be starving or miserable with your meal.”
“Good.”
“Have you been on a lot of dates that made you do that?” I ask her, and she shakes her head.
“No.”
