Burning Embers

Chapter Fourteen

A rapping at my door made me groan. I stuffed a pillow in my face deciding that if I ignored it, it would go away.

“Knock, knock,” the voice on the other side said, instantly making me regret my reaction.

I could always use more alone time with Jake.

“Who’s there?” I replied teasing.

“Not.”

“Not, who?”

“Not Andy.”

I laughed hard at that one. “Okay, not Andy, come in.”

He opened the door and slowly came in, shutting the door behind him. “Gorging yourself on Oreos again?”

“No,” I said sheepishly, “it’s Reese’s. I picked them up on the way back to the bus last night and didn’t eat both packs.”

“Hey! Wanna share?” Jake asked plopping down beside me like an excited little boy. He loved chocolate as much I did and I didn’t think that was possible.

I laughed again. He always knew how to make me laugh when Andy really slipped under my skin and dug around under there. “Do I have a choice?”

He feigned hurt. “Well, you don’t gotta if you don’t wanna.” He completed the act by dangling his legs off the edge of the bed as if they didn’t reach the ground and then some.

I laughed. “Of course I wanna. You’re my best friend,” I said handing him one of the remaining Reese’s from the King Size pack.

“I am?” He asked sort of disappointed and popped the Reese cup into his mouth.

“Why do you sound so disappointed?” I asked eating the last cup in the package.

“I thought we were more than friends, well at least yesterday we were.”

I felt heat rise to my cheeks as I thought about waking up next to him, sharing our first kiss, and countless after that. “We are, but aren’t the best couples, best friends too?”

He tilted his head to the side and thought for a moment. “The woman speaks the truth.”

I giggled. “You know you say some of the strangest things.”

“It’s a turn on, admit it,” he said goaded with a chuckle.

“Oh, it definitely is,” I said turning to him.

“Oh, yeah?” he asked rhetorically, moving closer to me. He pulled me closer to him.

“Yeah,” I said not really paying mind to our conversation I was just concentrating on the closeness of our bodies and what his lips tasted like.

I wanted to kiss him. So I did. We kissed and we kissed until I had forgotten all about what had happened a few minutes ago. His hands searched for parts of me that I didn’t know needed searched for. We were lost in our own little bubble of passion and we didn’t care that the boys were still on the bus.

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