CHAPTER 3
I leave my bike near the porch. While Brie tries to put the key in the lock, I
come up to her from behind, breathing gently on her little neck.
"Let me help," I tell her in a soft voice, covering her hand with mine. I feel
her trembling, and I take matters into my own hands. I open the lock and
like the gentleman I am, I let her pass first. Brie quickly gets into the house,
and I follow her.
There is complete silence in her house. I hear only our breathing and the
ticking of the wall clock in the living room. Tension is growing between us,
but Brie doesn't utter a single word after her lunch offer. Perhaps she
wishes that she hadn't invited me in.
Not wanting to fight with my boiling hormones anymore, I turn Brie around
and push her to myself. A spark flashes between
