Protect Me(40)

And boy can that body go…

“I’ll clean up the dishes. You go get in the shower,” he orders as he starts to clear the empty plates and dirty utensils away.

“I’d rather you join me in the shower,” I reply with as much confidence I can muster up as I walk forward, removing Nate’s t-shirt as I go. Before he can say anything, I reach around his back and pull the apron strings, untying it and sending it fluttering to the floor. Nate’s hands are around me a split second later, hoisting me up. I wrap my legs around his waist as my lips crash into his. His long, powerful legs waste no time getting us to the bathroom. Within seconds, the small room is filling up with steam. Steam from the shower, yes, but also steam from us. Nate and me. We definitely create heat together.

I know I can’t think past this moment, so for now, I will just enjoy it. I will enjoy this time with Nate for however long I get.

And, right now, I’m going to get lost in a very naked and wet Nate in my shower.





Chapter Seven


Nate




For the past hour, I’ve been trying to figure out how long it’s been since I’ve felt this deep down contentment that I’ve been feeling lately. Ever? I thought I had it with Jill, but as I sit here on this lumpy, worn out couch in the recreation room of the fire station, I’ve been trying to remember. No. I’ve never felt this before, even with Jill.

And that scares the shit out of me.

Jill was my high school sweetheart. We started dating our sophomore year of high school. She was the popular girl and head cheerleader that all the boys wanted. I was the star running back of the football team and became instantly mesmerized by her beauty and grace.

Rivers Edge is a small town where everyone knows everyone so I had known Jill practically my entire life. However, one morning, I woke up and saw her differently. She was funny, beautiful, and smart, and when she smiled at me in the hallway before English class, I thought my heart was going to explode in my chest.

I watched her for days before working up the courage to ask her out. I was completely surprised when she actually said yes. I mean, here was the girl that all the boys were drooling over and asking to the movies or to weekend parties, but she always politely declined their offers. But for some reason, she told me yes that day.

I fell fast and hard for Jill Feldman. We spent every waking moment of our high school careers together from that day on. Dances. Study groups. Graduation. Many nights tangled up in each other’s arms in the bed of my old pickup truck along the riverbank. She was my everything, and the only one I wanted.

Immediately after graduation, something changed. Jill put distance between us and I couldn’t comprehend why. I had been saving up every penny I could since the summer between my junior and senior year to buy her that teeny, tiny solitaire diamond. I had it all planned out perfectly. We’d been growing apart lately, but I knew that if I proposed to her, we’d be back on track and mapping out the rest of our lives together.

So, the day finally came. I was going to be leaving for the fire academy in two weeks and didn’t want to go without cementing our love. I stopped by the flower shop and picked up a dozen red roses before driving my old truck over to the Feldmans’ house. Jill hopped inside the cab, but didn’t slide over to the middle like she always did. She stayed plastered to the passenger door the entire trip to the river. I recall how my palms were wet and my hands were shaking as I drove down the long, bumpy lane to the place we used to go to make out, away from the world. Hell, half the school used to go back there and make out. Today, however, we were completely alone.

I slid out of my truck and walked around to the passenger side, taking the roses from the bed of my truck as I went. When I opened the passenger door, Jill barely made eye contact with me. Something was definitely wrong, and I could only think of one way to fix it. So as I pulled Jill towards the water’s edge, I handed her the flowers. She smiled a small, sad smile at the flowers in her hand. It was now or never.

I dropped to one knee in the dusty grass and took her other hand in mine. I’ll never forget the words that were spoken.

“Jill, my love. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. We don’t have to get married right away, but I want to marry you as soon as we both graduate; me from the academy and you from Eastern. Will you marry me?” I asked, holding my breath while I waited to hear that one word.

Jill’s eyes filled with tears, but the smile never came. Neither did that one word that I was sure would be coming from her sweet lips. “No,” she whispered as the tears rolled down her cheek.

I was dumbfounded. I was shocked. I was completely speechless. My heart cracked wide open and hemorrhaged all over my chest. Devastation set in. An uncontrollable ache so deep within me that I was certain I’d never be whole again.