Chapter Thirteen: Unexpected Flames
530 Words
Scarlett’s phone buzzed insistently.
“Sam,” she muttered, picking it up.
“Scarlett! Spill it!” Sam’s voice was high and excited.
“Spill what?” Scarlett asked, trying to act casual.
“You know what I mean! What’s going on with Blake?”
Scarlett exhaled, smirking slightly.
“…We’re… together,” she admitted, cheeks warming slightly.
There was a pause on the line, then a laugh—loud, joyous, uncontrollable.
“I knew it!” Sam squealed.
“You just couldn’t hide it! Oh my God, Scarlett, you finally—ugh, I’m dying!”
Scarlett laughed, shaking her head.
“You are insane,” she said, grinning.
“Maybe… but I love it,” Sam said.
“Anyway… he’s the best, you’ll see. Don’t mess it up!”
Scarlett rolled her eyes playfully.
“I won’t.”
Later that day, there was a knock at the door.
Scarlett’s heart skipped.
She opened it—
And froze.
Blake stood there.
Looking… impossibly good.
Her towel clutched around her, wet hair dripping onto her shoulders.
She immediately cursed herself silently—perfect timing, Scarlett, perfect timing.
Blake’s eyes widened.
Swallowed hard.
Something unspoken passed between them in that moment.
Scarlett felt it too.
The heat. The tension. The electricity.
She swallowed.
“Uh… hey,” she said softly.
Blake’s gaze dropped to the curve of her shoulders. Then back to her eyes.
“Hey,” he murmured, voice low.
The air around them was thick, heavy, charged.
Neither of them moved.
Then—like a spark igniting—Blake leaned forward.
And kissed her.
Harder than either of them expected.
Scarlett’s eyes widened, but she didn’t pull away.
Something primal, something urgent took over.
Her hands found his chest, gripping him slightly, as his hands slid around her waist, pulling her closer.
The kiss deepened.
Hungry. Needy.
What had started as a quick, unexpected peck grew into something fierce—something that left them both breathless.
Scarlett’s heart raced.
Her pulse thundered in her ears.
Blake groaned softly, low and rough, as his lips moved against hers with unrelenting intensity.
Her towel loosened slightly under his hands—she gasped softly, adrenaline mixing with desire.
“You…” Blake murmured against her lips, his voice husky.
“You’re impossible,” he whispered.
Scarlett could only breathe, only respond, only let herself get lost in the fire between them.
Hands roamed. Lips collided. The world narrowed down to just the two of them, their breaths, their heat, their need.
Scarlett’s mind screamed wait… but her body betrayed her.
And Blake… he didn’t hold back either.
Everything about last night, everything they’d felt, everything they’d hidden—it all poured into that kiss, that touch, that moment.
When they finally pulled apart, slightly panting, foreheads pressed together, Scarlett whispered, voice trembling:
“…Blake…”
He swallowed, eyes dark, almost feral.
“Yes?”
She shook her head slightly, trying to catch her breath.
“I… I didn’t mean…”
He cut her off, pressing his lips back to hers.
“No words right now,” he murmured.
“Just this.”
And once again, they fell into the pull they couldn’t resist…
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