Thoughts of how James touched me kept rolling through my mind that night. I couldn’t stop thinking about his hard rippled body against mine, and the incredible way he smelt. When I came here, I had planned to keep to myself, and the conflicts I had with the guys upon my arrival made me want to keep my distance even more.
Yet, the moment James touched me, I felt my body come to life.
A fire ripped through me, and the heat of his touch caressed every edge of my soul as if calling out to it. The more and more I thought about it, the crazier I became trying to figure out why he acted the way he did.
A sigh left my throat as I stood, pulling my hair up higher into a ponytail before walking towards the kettle and turning it on. The one thing I loved about Idaho so far were the cool evenings that allowed me to open the window, allowing the air to rush through the open space in my living room.
