In Love With My Best Friend's Brother Book:1 By SCM75

CHAPTER 11 * PART 1

First Date
First
Everything

With several hours before Copter will be back, I wasn't sure what to do with myself. I tried to take a short walk, but made it past two houses down the street when my ears started throbbing from the frigid wind.

Back at the house, I started a hot bath. I never took bath, but the weather outside almost made it mandatory. I was chilled to the bone and I need to warm up fast. I wish Copter were there to do it for me, but he would be back in two hours, for our date.

A date...with Copter. The reality of it made me smile.

I slipped into a thick film of fragrant bubbles, my cold skin reacting to the hot water beneath, making it almost painful. After a minute, I got used to the temperature, so I leaned and watch the oak tree outside the window bow and shake in Winter's grasp.

My mind wondered where it's usually did, to Copter. Being naked in the warm water felt sensual to me, and I couldn't help but imagine what his body might look like-might feel like-under the soft bubbles with me. It was almost too much, and I felt myself getting aroused in a way that made me nervous. He had too much of an effect on me.

I love it. I hate it. I wanted more.

When would he be back?

After drying off,  I glanced at the clock. Six. I had an hour to get ready. Just as I started searching for something warm but still sexy in my closet to wear on our date, the lights went out.

Damn.

Not again.

I pulled on black jeans and a white bottom dress shirt in the fading light from the window, and then started down the stairs to retrieve a flashlight from the kitchen so I wouldn't be caught in a total darkness again.

Copter was just coming in the door.

"The lights are out again," I blurted out, hoping he would have some magic fix.

"I know. There are out everywhere. Another Power line went down," he answered.

I pulled a piece of damp hair from his cheek. In had hoped to look better than this when he saw me. Damn again.

" I guess we're not going out then,? I surmised.

"Nope. Everything is closed, I'm sorry I wanted to take you out somewhere nice tonight."

He took off his jacket and walked over to me. He leaned down and chastely kissed my cheek, like a husband would do to his wife just arriving home from work. It sent shivers down to my toes. I shook it off.

"Well, I could cook for you. The gas still works, right?" I suggested.

He looked immensely pleased at the offer. "I think I would be a fool to say no to that."

"What? You mean you liked my cooking all this year's? Didn't you  say my chicken curry was... Pedestrian?"

He laughed. "I ate two servings after you left the table. Don't tell my mother, but I preferred it to hers."

So full of surprises.

"Then that's what I'll make," I said with a smile and those beautiful the cheer happiness I felt to know I would have Copter all to myself that evening.

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We lit candles and turn on the gas fireplace in the family room near the kitchen. Copter volunteer to chop onions and I was humoured to see him awkwardly hacked at them. I don't recall ever being in the kitchen other than the snag to taste of whatever his mother was preparing.