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We stay still in silence for a couple minutes, enjoying the view. You can see the river, hills, farms and so many cows.
"Chrissy, I…" Troy says, and I turn my head to look at him.
His body is turned to me, so I mirror him. I cock my head to the side.
"What is it?" I ask him.
The tips of his finger touch my cheeks, and the cold feels more like heat as it radiates down my entire body. I lean into his hand and enjoy the feeling of it on my cheek.
"I don't think I can keep pretending," he says.
"What do you mean?"
"This."
He takes a step towards me, and our coats squish between us. Then the hand on my cheek moves the nape of my neck, and he pulls me in. Our lips meet, and I am sure the snow all around us has melted because my body temp just skyrocketed.
He deepens the kiss, and I let him. I part my lips for him then he sweeps his tongue across mine. I grab onto his arms, not wanting to let myself fall away from him. He wraps his free arm around my torso holding me close.
He pulls away, and his eyes jet back and forth between mine.
"I've wanted to do that for a long time,” he says.
He has? I thought he hated me just as much as I did him. But did I ever really hate him? Or did I just misunderstand him?
I wrap my arms around his neck, weaving my fingers into his hair.
"Well, don't stop now." I smirk.
He kisses me again, and my world spins on its access.
Chapter eleven
Chrissy
"I'llgograbthesupplies out of the garage. Can you pull the desk out of the room?" Troy asks me.
"Sure can," I say as I watch him walk through the house, enjoying the view.
His jeans are so tight, ripped and splattered with different colored paint, and his shirt, if you can even call it that, is a tank top but the armholes are so worn and big now, that the shirt really doesn't cover much.
"It's already hot in here," I say fanning myself with my hand as he turns, and I see straight through the side of his shirt.
"What was that?"
"Oh, nothing." I wave him off and walk into the room.
Once I get the desk out, I start spreading the plastic across the floor on my hands and knees. I hear Troy clear his throat, so I look back at him, then realize my ass is literally in the air because I was trying to fit the plastic under the molding. I may have put on those amazing leggings that rouche up the back seam, making my butt look lifted and fabulous.
"Take a picture," I tell him and smirk.
He pats the front pocket of his jeans with one hand. "Who's to say I haven't already?"
I stand and look at my handy work.
"Good?" I ask and give him a thumbs up.
"Yup."
