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I bite my tongue and stare at the ceiling. What I wouldn’t give to drive to the cabin right now and comfort her. I’m not sure how to handle this, or what the right thing to say is.Fuck it, I want her to know.
JACKSON
I miss you too. Good night, Solia.
SOLIA
Night.
More confused than ever, I rest my head on my pillow and look out into the starry night. My head is lighter, but my heart is torn.
* * *
Around five o’clock the next evening, I text Solia to see if she still wants me to fix the shower. She says yes, so I head out.
Even though it’s painfully obvious I’m not in the position to start a relationship, I can’t ignore the fact I took a shower to go fix a shower. It’s ridiculous, but I can’t stop thinking about her, wanting to impress her, longing to hold her close. The weather is cooler than usual, so I have on jeans and a blue Henley long-sleeve. I’m not sure why I’m torturing us both, but the idea of seeing Solia again sends testosterone flowing through me.
I pull up to see her on the front porch reaching to water one of her giant hanging plants. She’s balanced on her tiptoes and her white crop top rises, revealing her torso. Even from where I am in my truck, I practically start drooling at the sight of her toned waist and low-rise jean shorts.
I honk to let her know I am here, and it’s louder than expected, which startles her and she jumps, spilling water down the front of herself. I couldn’t ask for a better mishap.
She busts out laughing as she inspects her top. Although my intention wasn’t to initiate a wet T-shirt contest, I’m happy as hell I did. I park and head up the stairs. As I get closer, I’m pleased her top is more sheer than it appeared from a distance, revealing a perfect silhouette of her breasts, which are clearly chilled by the cool evening breeze. I’m not sure if she picks up on how much she is turning me on, or if she simply doesn’t care, when she leans against the porch post and smiles seductively.
“Nice going, farmer,” she says in a sexy, sweet tone with a glimmer in her eyes.
“Hi, Solia, I didn’t mean to scare you. I never thought you’d spill a watering can on yourself, but I must admit that I’m not sorry you did.” I stop on the step just below the one she’s standing on. She smells of warm vanilla and is covered in goose bumps, making me want to wrap my arms around her to keep her warm. The sexual tension between us could be cut with a knife.
When I see this woman, the scene fades and there is nothing I can think of or want besides her. Standing here face-to-face, she inches a bit closer, her breasts lightly brushing against my chest. I stiffen from the heat between our bodies.
“Solia,” I say breathlessly into the night air.
“Jackson, you don’t have to tell me again. You’re leaving. And you’re just here to fix my shower.” She takes two slow steps backward, keeping her gaze locked on me.
I want to reach out and pull her back and run my hands along her body. But the moment is lost, and I take the last step to the landing. “Lead the way.” I gesture.
I follow her around the house, onto the covered porch, to the outdoor shower. As we approach, we pass by the firepit, intense memories of the night we spent there racing to the fore. I pause, and snapshots appear in my mind of lying on the blankets by the fire getting lost in her. I hear her clear her throat as she looks at me staring at the firepit. I snap out of it. “OK, let’s see what’s wrong with this thing.”
Solia unlatches the shower door, secured shut with a deer antler.Very rustic. Upon entry, it has a changing stall with a narrow wooden wall that separates the shower so users can dry off in privacy. The shower section is roomy and well-constructed. A small wooden shelf runs along the edge of the shower a few feet above the ground for bathing accessories. It’s impressive.
“Here, let me show you.” Solia squeezes behind me, close enough for me to inhale her alluring scent once again. She reaches for the nozzle and turns it to hot.
The showerhead sputters, and more water sprays from around the cracked seal where it attaches to the pipe.
“It was fine at first, but lately, it’s been doing this, so you can imagine how long it takes to wash everything. I love this shower, but I’d love it more if it worked properly.”
She has no idea what I could do to her in this shower. I envision lathering her up under the stars, steam rising to the clouds, and then gently wrapping her in a towel and carrying her into the cabin.
“Well, after this quick switch, it will be the best outdoor shower around.” I wink, take off my hat, and pull my shirt over my head. “Do you mind holding this? I’m bound to get wet.”
Solia takes the shirt from me, and I can’t help but notice she’s focused on my chest. I clear my throat, and she looks up, blushing. She’s even sexy when she’s shy. God, this woman drives me crazy.
“OK, I’ll let you be. I don’t want to be in your way. I left the toolbox and the new showerhead. If there’s anything you need, I’ll be inside. Just yell.”
“You got it. It shouldn’t take me long.” Admiring her from behind, I let out a sigh of frustration and get to work.
It’s a simple switch and takes me less than fifteen minutes. I test my handiwork, confident she’ll love the improvement.
I don’t see Solia anywhere but hear music playing from inside. For a fraction of a second, I wonder if this is going to be a repeat of our first porch encounter. Part of me wants to walk in and see if I’m lucky enough to be right, but I can’t just waltz into her house. I give a loud, firm knock, and through the screen door, I see Solia come twirling around the corner and into the living room.
