Writing Lanie - Forbidden Heart Series

23| A School Girl Crush

I stood in front of my fridge for hours. Well, it felt like hours. In reality, it has probably only been twenty minutes or so. I was trying to find something for dinner. I usually planned my weeks better so I had left overs available. Clearly, I've been a little out of it. Especially since I haven't heard from Ayden since I sent my reply to his letter. After Jackson gave it to me, Harper and I spent most of the afternoon studying it like college notes.

She kept trying to convince me that he was into me and wanted more. Deep down I knew there really was a connection between us. I would be an idiot if I didn't see it. Truthfully, I was scared. Scared of what this all meant. When I wrote that letter back to him, it took me a good four or five times. I would write something, be embarrassed, crumble it up, and throw it away. When I was finally satisfied, I dropped it off at the post office. Someone told me it takes about a week for them to get mail. That meant it should be there today if he didn't get it already.

Growing frustrated, I closed the refrigerator door harder than I probably shove have. My mind was a mess. My emotions were all over the place. One other reason I hated Nate leaving, was that it made me realize how empty this house was. Especially after this last time. Having both of them here; having our friends here in celebration. . . I hadn't known how much I needed it. But Nate did. He knew me better than anyone.

When I started to feel that familiar guilty feeling, I pushed it down. Ayden was right about one thing: this was our lives. I think I felt differently this time because it was Ayden. I've met plenty of Nate's friends who were attractive and some of them even hit on me. But I never felt the urge to sleep with them or anything. Not until Ayden. There was something about him that called out to me. Something I couldn't ignore. And I didn't. When I thought about Ayden's last night here, I got butterflies. The memories of that night were seared into my brain. He was unlike anyone I had ever been with.

It was like he knew exactly what I was feeling and what I wanted. He knew where to kiss me and where to touch me. I got a taste of both with him. We had fast and hard in the kitchen. Then slow and sweet in the bedroom. I think I preferred the latter, even though it scared the hell out of me.

Deciding it was best to think about other things, I pulled out my take out menus from the drawer. I looked through the growing stack until I found something that seemed appetizing. Once I placed my order for delivery, they said it would be about an hour. Perfect. Just enough time to take a hot bath and destress.

It took about five minutes for me to get undressed and fill up the bathtub with nice, hot, soapy water. I let out a deep sigh as I submerged myself. This. . . this was what I needed. I rolled up a hand towel and placed it behind my neck. Just as I leaned my head back against it and closed my eyes, my cell phone rang.

I groaned as I reached for it very the side of the tub. Once I had it in my hand and looked at the caller ID, I frowned.

"Unknown number?" Great. That was probably a telemarketer or something.

"Hello?" I answered in an annoyed voice.

"Hey, Goddess."

As soon as that voice came through the line, I sat up in the tub and my heart nearly dropped. "Ayden?"

His deep chuckle sent shivers down my spine. "I would hope so. Unless there's another man in your life who is calling you Goddess?"

"Nope," I sighed. "Just you, Sergeant. I take it you got my letter?"

"I did. The Fifth Element? Really?"

I sucked my teeth at that. How dare he question one of Bruce Willis' best movies. Not to mention Milla Jovovich. "That movie is a classic."