Chandler
CHANDLER
H oly fucking shit. Sam is going to fucking ruin me. Fuck. She’s looking at me intensely, lust still hazy in her eyes. Does she want more? Does she want to keep going? I know I do. There’s no way I’ll be able to keep my hands to myself now that I know what she sounds like when she comes. And then the way her eyes closed, and her mouth opened wide when she came for me? Fucking hell. But there’s something else about the way she’s looking at me that makes me pause, and I’m not sure what it is. Maybe she regrets it. Shit. That would be the worst. My heart lurches.
“We should, um," she clears her throat, looking away from me. “We should probably get some sleep.”
“Yeah, we should.” I want to sleep next to her tonight, but I don’t think I’ll be able to keep my hands off of her after what we just did.
We’re quiet for a moment, and before I can say anything, she says, "You can stay. If you want."
I can’t stop the smile that breaks through. “Sure. ”
She gets into the bed, under the covers, then immediately throws them off. “Fuck! It’s so hot in here!”
“Yeah, I think we might die of heat stroke in the middle of the night.”
“Hopefully, they’ll find our bodies before they decompose.” Her eyes widen, and she gasps dramatically. “Or worse! What if they don’t find our bodies, and we end up being stuck to haunt this place?”
I laugh. “We’d be stuck together for eternity.”
“There are worse things that could happen,” she says and turns off the beside lamp.
If I died right now, I’d die happy.
The morning is hot and muggy in the house, thanks to the lack of air conditioning. My arm is wrapped tightly around Sam, and she's almost completely naked, except for a t-shirt and her underwear. I'm sweaty, and my cock is hard as a fucking rock. Being close to a half-naked Sam doesn't help, especially not after last night. The time on my phone says 5 AM, and I doubt Sam will be up anytime soon. I roll out of bed, being careful not to wake her. After I use the restroom, I head to my old room across the hall. It may be filled with storage, but I know I have a change of clothes in there. I change into new shorts and a tank top and put on the dusty old running shoes I found at the bottom of the closet. I’m glad they still fit.
I peek into the guest room one more time to check on Sam, and she’s still sleeping peacefully. I smile to myself when I think about last night and head out the door to go for a run. I haven’t worked out in a few days, and I need to keep up with my normal routine. Outside, it’s still a little dark and slightly cooler than I expected .
I start my jog down the dirt road to the main road, taking in the fresh air and the surrounding mountains. I feel a pang of longing in my chest. I’d almost forgotten how much I missed this place. As much as I love Florida, it will never be home to me, and now that Gramps wants to sell the house, I’m not sure if this place will be home again, either. There’s a stab in my gut at the thought of losing the beauty of this place. Maybe I could buy it and leave my life in Florida behind. It would mean leaving Hal’s CPA, leaving my friends, leaving Sam. That thought makes my chest tighten.
It’s hard to tell how things may be different between us now that we’ve both crossed the line, but I know I want to cross it again. With her. The way she was curled up against me this morning, her back to my chest, my arm wrapped around her, pulling her in close felt natural, and that does not come naturally to me. I never cuddle with the girls I sleep with. It’s too intimate. It means something more. Heartless? Maybe. But with Sam, I wanted to. I craved that closeness with her, and I don’t know what that means.
I slow my pace a little when I reach the dead end down the main road, where the mountains are in full view. The sun is coming up, and the beauty of it is breathtaking. There’s a waterfall up those mountains, and in the summer, it’s absolutely stunning. Maybe I could take Sam sightseeing tomorrow and try to make the most out of this trip.
When I get home I take mine and Sam's clothes from last night and put them in the washing machine, pouring in laundry detergent and fabric softener. When I turn it on, I hear the sound of grinding metal, and it shakes before it shuts off. Shit. I sigh. No working washer. Great.
“Good morning.”
I turn and see Sam standing in the doorway of the laundry room. I take in the sight of her. Her hair is messy from sleep, and her cheeks are a little flushed, but her eyes are as bright as emeralds. She’s still wearing nothing but a T-shirt and underwear that barely touches her thighs. My heart races when she gives me a radiant smile. Fucking beautiful.
“Good morning,” I say.
“Car still out of commission?”
Damn, I almost forgot about the rental car.
“Yeah, it is.” I haven’t heard any update from Ken, but I’m hoping we can find the roadside assistance paperwork so we can get it towed. No car and no washer. This work trip is fucking nightmare.
Her eyes scan over me from top to bottom. “You look like you need a shower.”
“I do. I went for a run and wanted to wash our clothes, but the washer is shit. I still have some old clothes here if you want to use them, but they smell like potpourri.”
“At least they’ll smell nice.” She sighs. “So, what are we going to do about the car situation?”
We could call a cab, but it would cost a bit to get to town. Then I remember the truck gramps had in the garage when I came to visit last time. “I think my grandpa’s old truck is still in the garage. I can see if it still runs.”
“That would be helpful.”
“It would.”
“Are we still fixing up the house today?”
She really wants to fix this place up,. I want to tell her no, that we should get back to the hotel and get some work done. But the way her eyes gleam with excitement, a hopeful look on her face, makes it impossible to say anything other than, “Yes. We are.”
Her smile spreads into a grin and my heart slams against my chest. I think I like that look even more than the one she gives me when she’s pissed .
“Let me shower and change, and I can see if the truck still works.”
“Sounds good to me. I’m starving.”