Whispers in the Dark

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Author: K.I. Lynn
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ready.”
    If the light hadn’t been so low, I’m sure he would have seen my cheeks flush.
    With a warm bowl in one hand and a still cold beer in the other, we moved back to the only available place to sit—the couch. He cleared off some space on the coffee table to set our dishes and the lantern.
    I blew on the hot noodles before sticking the fork in my mouth. A moan slipped past as the warmth of the food spread through me.
    “This is good,” I said as I took another bite.
    “Thanks. It’s great camp food.”
    “Do you do a lot of camping?”
    His mouth opened to take a bite, but he paused, then blew on the food, as he tried to cool it off. “I like to go out a couple of times a year. Backpacking with a little bit of car camping.”
    My brow scrunched. “What’s the difference?”
    He smirked. “Let me guess—you’ve never been camping?”
    I shook my head. “City girl through and through.”
    “Well, maybe I’ll have to show you.”
    “Maybe you will.” I gave him a wink.
    “Maybe in a few weeks.”
    I nodded. “I do warn you—I’m a girly girl.”
    He chuckled. “I got that. Don’t worry, I’ll go easy on you the first time. Here’s a hint—wear a sturdy bra.”
    “I was kinda hoping for hard, with a little easy mixed in and no special underwear required.”
    He groaned. “Girl…” He cleared his throat and shook his head. “We could do some light car camping to give you the experience.”
    “I have a feeling there are many things to experience with you.” He let out a groan. I clenched my eyes shut and sighed. “I’m sorry. Just…just ignore me.”
    “Trust me, I’m trying, but you’re making it…hard.”
    “ Hard ?” My stomach flipped and my thighs clenched at the thought of him being turned on. Wasn’t I thinking I needed something hard about an hour ago?
    “Stop. Please. I can’t take much more,” he said with a groan. His jaw was clenched tight, eyes closed.
    “Sorry,” I said and hung my head. What the hell was wrong with me?
    “I’m trying not to be that guy. The one who meets a girl and fucks her. I don’t like shit like that, but damn… Mia, you make me want to break my own rules and drag you to my bed like a caveman.”
    I liked that idea, a lot, but refrained from telling him somehow. My mouth hadn’t cooperated thus far, so I was surprised when it stayed shut. Maybe it was because I could see Tristan was a good guy, and he was trying to stay that way. Couldn’t my sudden slutty side appreciate and respect that?
    I placed my hand on his and my skin erupted in goose bumps from the tingling that moved between us. “Thanks for being a stand-up guy.”
    He relaxed at that and finished up the rest of his bowl. He grabbed my empty one with his and stood, heading into the kitchen.
    The sexual tension that had been lingering in the air morphed into an awkward mood, neither of us knowing what to say.
    After rinsing off the dishes, he came back over and sat next to me. My eyes met his, and I gave him a smile as he took my hand in his.
    “Are you sure that’s a good idea?”
    He smirked. “I figured if we aren’t able to fight off what I’m pretty sure is inevitable, I should at least start with first base.”
    Guilt continued to roll through me. “I could always go back to my place. After all, the only reason I left was to get a light.”
    His brow scrunched and he released my hand as he scooted away. An ache spread through my chest with each inch of space created.
    “If that’s what you want. I can help you out with that.”
    I didn’t like this turn of events or how he seemed to take my words, so I grabbed his hand and laced our fingers together. “But the company is so much better here.”
    He gave me a genuine smile and pulled me closer so I was curled up with my head lying on his shoulder, my feet tucked under me.
    We sat there for a few minutes, enjoying each other. It was torture as well, and took all of my inner strength not to tilt my head up and

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