She used to call me Cowboy

I should go

Victoria's POV

A few quite days went by. Connar stayed off the property and he didnt call. I should have been bothered by his silence but i really wasnt, i was sort of glad to be rid of him. Tucker and i hadnt said a word about what happened out in the bush, personally it think we were both scared to. That kiss had been so perfect but at the same time so wrong that i couldnt really wrap my head around it. I think Tucker was scared what my reaction would be if he dared bring it up. So we just remained in silence for the time being.

I woke up on friday, expecting to see sunshine but was dissapointed to see rain falling.

After oing our chores Tucker and i had remained locked inside. My mom had gone into town for the night to visit a friend, leaving us alone and to fend for ourselves.

"Do you even know how to cook?" Tucker asked, as we both starred at the empty kitchen

"Yeah" I said "But im  not exactly suzy homemaker here"

"Yeah more like John Wayne" He said, i elbowed him in the ribs

"Ass" I said, walking into the kitchen "Get out of here so i can get cooking"

"And what am i supposed to do?" Tucker asked

I shrugged

"Go watch TV or something" I said "just beat it for a while" 

Tucker rolled his eyes and left, leaving me to my own devices. Rummaging through the fridge i managed to find chicken that my mom had taken out to unthaw that morning.

I loved my mom, she thought of everything for me.

I got to work and started preparing to make fried chicken. I pulled out the apron that i had made in fashion class in grade 12. It was plaid with red ties. I only ever wore it when i was cooking by myself though. I was not a girly girl.

I turned on the radio and started humming to the music that came out of the speakers. My one dirty little secret was that i actually enjoyed cooking, it gave me time to chill and to get creative. Most of my experiments went wrong but the ones that didnt were delciouse.  

Putting the chicken in the pan, i spun around on my heel and did a little dance to the song on the radio. Someone chuckled and i gasped when i realised that Tucker was leaning in the doorway from the living room.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I exclaimed, feeling my cheeks become red. I started clutching at the apron, desperate to get it off.

A pair of hands gently grabbed mine and stopped me. I looked up into Tucker's big brown eyes.

"Leave it on" He said "Its cute"

I felt myself flush at being called cute but found that my hands had gone limp in his.

"What are you doing in here?" I asked, my voice sounding breathy. Damn 

"I got bored" he said softly, reaching out and brushing a few strands of hair behind my ears.

And then he was kissing me. And again i wasnt fighting.

I instantly found myself lost in his kiss, drowing actually, only i had no yearning to come up for air. I Clutched my hands into his hair, holding him to me to the best of my ability. I felt myself bump the counter and realised that he had backed me right up to the island.

Tucker's hands slid up my thighs and my mouth opened to gasp at the sensation his hands gave me, allowing him in. Wrapping my legs around his waste i found myself clinging to him like a Kawala. Tucker's hands were running all over my body, feeling every little part of me that he could. I was just about to lean back to pull him up on the island with me when a wild hissing noice interupted me. I gasped.