A Little More Country

A Little More Country Chapter 4

Chapter 4 Tessa's POV

The kiss ended as quickly as it started. I pulled away as soon as I felt his lips touch mine. Oh how I wanted to kiss him; I've been dreaming about this day since I was five. But it didn't seem right to kiss a guy who I've only just actually meant, and who I wasn't on the best terms with right now.

It took him a few seconds to open his eyes. When he realized what he did, he blushed.

"Oh. Um... I'm uh... I'm sorry. That was really uncalled for," he stumbled. I looked down, my face heating up. After a few minutes, I mumbled, "I better... I uh... Better go."

He quickly nodded and I climbed onto my horse. Taking one look at the waterfall-careful not to look at Matt- we trotted away.

***

"Oh. My. Gawd. Tessa Lynn Miller you have GOT to give me the deets!" Megan screamed into the phone. I sighed.

"Megan I don't wanna talk about this," I whined, laying my head on the desk in my room. It was nothing special. My room, I mean. It has just plain whit walls with a bed, a desk, a dresser, a vanity for make-up, a closet, and a butterfly chair. The kiss, though. THAT was unexplainable. And I told her that.

"Tess, you're such a horrible liar! Were there fireworks? Was it all romantic or was it sort of rushed or forced?"

"Megan, there were no fireworks. And I didn't pay attention to the quality of it, I was surprised that "it" happened at all."

"Well since you obviously aren't going to give me any information, meet me at Romolos in 30."

"We're buying chocolate?" I asked, confused. But she already hung up. I put my iPhone in my pocket, grabbed my jacket, and thundered down the stairs.

"Hey dad, where's mom?" I asked my dad. He was... Making cookies? I looked nervously at him as he replied.

"Don't look so surprised," he chuckled, "I needed an excuse to where your moms 'sexy chef' apron. She's at the Strausss' house."

I bit my lip, giggled a little, and then threw on my boots. Waving goodbye, I got into my dad's pickup and drove to Romolos.

Pulling into the parking lot, I grabbed my purse and walked inside. The smell of peppermint, cookies, and coffee drifted through the air. In the corner of the café area was a Christmas tree that had musical lights and presents underneath it. I smiled to myself. Christmas is my favorite time of the year.

"Tess! Over here!" someone yelled. I turned to look. Sitting on one of the couches with a stack of magazines and a hot chocolate was Megan. I had to laugh at the little at the Santa hat perched on her head.

I walked over to her and sat down. Without giving me a chance to day hi, she started in.

"So, tell me ALL about this Matt encounter!"

"Um... Well... I decided to go ride my horse..."

She gave me a blank stare, then held up her hand, "Woah woah woah, what were you doing riding your horse in the middle of winter?"

I just shrugged. "I don't know... I was going to visit the waterfall..."

"THE WATERFALL?!? WHAT THE HELL WERE YOU DOING THERE?!?"

People were starting to stare. "Megan," I whispered, trying to settle her down, "I didn't go swimming or anything, I just sat on the bank! Besides, it's not like there's snow or anything."

She looked relieved, and I wondered why she was so worried. She must've read my mind because she said, "Matt probably thought you were crazy for going out there in the middle of winter."

I rolled my eyes. "There's no snow! And plus, what would he be doing out there anyways?"

Megan shook her head. "I don't know," she replied, "anything else that happened?"

I debated about telling her that we kissed. Who knew how she would react.

"No," I said, "nothing else."

She nodded, then took a sip of her hot chocolate. "Here, I ordered you one too," she said, handing me mine.

"Thanks." We drank in silence. Then, my phone went off.

-NEW TEXT FROM BRYON BRASWELL-

Bryon: Hey, Megan told me 'bout your encounter with Matt...

I sighed. "Megan, you told Bryon too?"

She blinked innocently. "He's our best friend, I thought he should know."

I raised my eyebrows and replied to Bryon.

-Messages to: Bryon-

Me: Yeah, not much to tell

Bryon: Aw, too bad

Me: ... Uh yeah...

Was I overreacting or did it seem like everyone was in my space? I felt like telling them all that it was none of their business, that they didn't need to know every detail. Right now, I just wanted to escape the rush. So I did.