Falling In Love

CHAPTER EIGHT

"Mr Williams, get your hands of me!" Melanie muttered breathlessly.

"How did you get in here?" She asked after he had let go of her. " I'm pretty sure I closed the door."

"The front door was open. Its very windy today and that latch is pretty worn out. You should lock the door, not just close it. Better remember that in the future."

His tone was bland but Melanie didn't quite believe his explanation. Another explanation occurred to her.

"Did your father have a key to the cottage? Is that it? I suppose you found it after  his death, and have been able to come and go here just as you liked."

His face changed. The hard angles of it tightened, the blue eyes blazing. Melanie took few steps back in fear.

"Don't ever...ever talk about my father or his private life to me or anyone else." He said glaring at her.

Melanie was startled by his reaction. His father might be dead, but the past didn't die with him. At least not on side of the son. Slowly, Melanie said in a voice to calm him down;

"I'm sorry if I poked into a sensitive matter. Anyways, if the door was closed, you should have knocked or called out. Also you must have known I was in as my car is parked outside.

His scowl smoothed. "I saw you arrive." He agreed. "I've been working in the fields. I was a bit thirsty since my flask of tea had run out. So when I saw you drive up, decided to take a break and pop by, see if you felt neighbourly enough to offer a cup of tea."

She pondered for awhile not believing him. Nevertheless, she decided to make him some tea.

"Of course.......come downstairs, I'll make some tea for you."

"Thanks. Eeh........you should open the windows, get air circulating." He said while opening the windows causing wind to come in tossing Melanie's hair.

"Sorry." He said while brushing a few strands of hair which had flung across her face. It happened again. This time, her heartbeat quickened, feeling like it might explode from its cage.

Horrified by her own reaction, she turned hurriedly, walking away. He also turned at the same time making her almost walk right into him.

She stopped dead, her face an inch  away from his shirt. His collar was open and two top buttons of the shirt were undone, showing her his skin and a few scattered hair across his chest.

She had a terrifying impulse to lean forward and put her mouth against that brown skin. Breath in his manly scent.

'What is wrong with me?' She thought wildly. 'I must be having a fever. I don't even like the man. He isn't even my type. Then why should I want to...... .' She couldn't even dare say it to herself what she wanted. She only knew she had never felt like this in her entire twenty three years. Even with Robert.

They stared at each other until Aaron spoke.

"I keep getting this feeling to kiss you, but it wouldn't be a good idea. Would it?"

"No." She answered

"You're engaged to someone else." He agreed all awhile staring at her lips.

A second later, he bent down and captured her lips with his own in a brief hard kiss. It was over before she had time to think or respond back. She stood shocked.

"Sorry if you hated it. But sometimes it can be dangerous if you don't give in to an impulse." He dryly told her. "You end up getting obsessed with what you've tried to ignore."

She couldn't get a word out. She was busy trying to ignore an impulse of her own. She felt that the kiss had left a mark, she would be able to pick up with her fingertips. More disturbing, was that she wanted him to kiss her again more than she has ever wanted. Even from Robert.