She inhaled. "Why'd you guys do that?""Who knows?" he admitted. "We were seventeen and bored, and our friends probably thought we'd be too chicken shit to do it." Elena was a loud thinker, he was coming to realize. Especially when she was trying to figure something out. And right now, she was trying to figure him out. She stared at that picture so hard, he was surprised it didn't jump off the wall. "No wonder," she murmured.He stepped closer behind her and took a slow inhale. It was stronger than it had been on the pillow, that incredible scent. He had to fight not to bury his nose in her hair, wrap his arms around her from behind, and glory in how warm and soft she'd be tucked into his body.It was so clear she wanted to put him together like a puzzle that no one had sorted. But eventually, she'd see that it wasn't as complicated as all that. He was what his family thought. A screwup and a disappointment. He was what Paul thought too. A hothead who didn't think things through."N
Over her shoulder, Elena gave him a chiding look. "I guess you've forgotten that I bake too."Chandler held up his hands with a laugh. "Touché, Princess, touché."She shook her head. "Of course I can cook and I'm good at it."Tugging a chair out from the table with his foot, Chandler took a seat and shamelessly watched her navigate around the small kitchen area."How come you and Emily do everything together and yet you and Elijah are not as close as the both of them are?"Her smile was barely visible as she stirred the sauce. "Emily and I don't do everything together… At least not anymore," Chandler thought about the picture of her and her sister from her apartment. "Did something happen?"She snorted. "Not exactly. We were ... oh," she sighed, "how do I put this?I guess after college, living in different states kinda separated us too much…More than we cared to admit," Watching as Elena tasted the sauce, then added some salt, he nodded. He could understand that. Carefully, she set
They ate quietly for a few minutes until Chandler felt like a complete asshole. It wasn't her fault, not really. Elena didn't have to try to understand why he and his stepmother had the relationship they did, and how that bled into his relationships with his father and brother. He opened his mouth to apologize, but Elena spoke first."I don't like thinking too hard about things that upset me too, so I understand." She told him, This didn't feel like the time to say anything, so he held her gaze across the table and waited. Elena twirled some pasta on her fork and took another bite. When she was done chewing, she set the fork down. "I'm not angry with you, and I don't know exactly why I want to figure you out as you put it. I guess I just… I want to know you… And understand you… That's all."Even though her words touched him, her face was so calm when she said it that he laughed."That's funny?" she asked."Not really," he admitted, then he added even though she had not asked again. "
Chandler surged forward and took her mouth. Oh, he took it deep and sweet and hot and hungry. Endless, wonderful kisses that had them panting and sighing and moaning as her hands ripped at his shirt. He took pity, breaking away to tear it off. Her hands slid over his skin, wonderful and gorgeous and stacked with muscles.Using his hands underneath her ass, he picked her up and stood, then moved to the couch in the sitting room area. He turned them so that she was underneath him on the couch. Once she was settled, those hands moved onto the waistband of her leggings as he peeled them off. They landed in a heap on the floor. Her underwear came next, his tongue coming out to lick along his bottom lip in a way that had her writhing helplessly while he stood and shucked off his pants and boxer briefs.Before he came back between her legs, Chandler snagged his wallet from the side table and pulled out a condom.She widened her legs so that he could settle his hips between them, and their ha
"Morning," she mumbled, giving him a sleepy grin that had his heart twisting painfully in his chest."Morning." He leaned down to give her a kiss.Elena scrunched her face adorably. "I bet my morning breath is lovely.""I don't give a shit," Chandler told her. With his thumb, he traced along her bottom lip. "These are worth it."In the bright morning light, it was a delightful discovery that Elena was unashamed of her nudity because she didn't even attempt to cover her equally delightful breasts using the sheet draped around her waist."I hope Paul has Advil downstairs," she said.Chandler hummed. "You sore today, princess?""Wipe that smug ass grin off your face."His laughter had her smiling. The smile was the best thing he could have woken to. Not only was Elena not ducking out of bed, avoiding eye contact or explaining to him why it could never happen again. Explaining why she hadn't been thinking when she'd let him do all sorts of filthy things to her incredible body.Thump. Scra
'I'm fine! Sorry. Sorry. Spotty service, haven't been checking my phone.' 'Not amused, Sis, not amused. I swear I'm ready to castrate Chandler for kidnapping you.' 'Chandler is hardly at fault for the snowstorm and he didn't kidnap me. I'm fine, and I'm on my way home now, so calm down, please.'"Emily's freaking, huh?" Chandler asked after he finally pulled the car onto the road.Her phone and all their belligerent texts were safely tucked into her bag where he wouldn't accidentally see them. The last thing Chandler needed was to know that Emily was ready to sic federal agents on him."They're ... fine." She tucked her leg up against her chest and stared happily at his profile. "But they're on to you, bud. They know the roads were cleared yesterday.""On to me?" Chandler glanced at her. "Should I tell them who seduced who into staying for one more day? Because only one of us was topless and begging. With straddling involved, I might add."Elena held up her hand. "Okay, okay. I get
Her gut screamed at her over whatever logic her head told her to just ... keep her mouth shut about Elijah. Elijah didn't even know about her crush on him. No one did, so there wasn't even really a secret to be brought out into the open. It was just something she used to feel. Something she'd gotten over."What's waiting for you when you get back home?" Chandler asked.Elena smiled, happy for the change in subject. "Dinner at Emily and Daniel's. But that's after Elijah and Lexi come back from their honeymoon. They're going to be back early because of work, and knowing Emily, It's going to be loud and crazy and ... perfect. Wanna come""Ermmm… I'm not really looking forward to Emily bashing my head in with a pestle when I show up at her house," Turning slightly in her seat, Elena took a moment to gauge his facial expression. Because his eyes were covered, she couldn't get a true read on him, not really, but the rest of him looked relaxed and happy. Interested.This was the both of the
She hadn't prepared anyone that she was bringing this guy who'd just consumed the past few weeks of her life. Chandler took the exit for her apartment as she tried—really, really hard—not to let her brain freak out over the fact that she felt this way about him so fast. Her heart thought it was freaking romantic. Her gut was all arrows, pointing straight at Chandler. Her fingers tightened around his hand before she realized what she was doing."You okay?"Elena nodded furiously. "Fine. Just ... still trying to mentally prepare to be back.""I miss that cabin too, baby."Smiling, she thought about something he'd said right before they left. "You gonna warn Paul that you're shipping him a new mattress?""I better." He grimaced. "If I were him, I'd want to sleep on the couch until something shows up that wasn't defiled the way we defiled that mattress."She was still laughing when they pulled up in front of her apartment building,and Chandler whistled as he pulled the car into a parking