Page 30 of Frozen Hearts

“Thank you, sweetie. You won’t regret this.”

Angela ran to her car and pulled five suitcases from the back seat. Willow could feel her head starting to pound. She already regretted agreeing to let her mother stay. Angela stood on the top step waiting to be let in.

“You know, we should get a key made for me,” Angela suggested.

Willow said nothing, her smile tightened. She could be with Mel right now. But instead, she was gaining a roommate that she didn’t want. Willow swallowed a sassy remark, allowing it to die in her throat. For better or worse this would be her life for the next month.

Chapter 13

Mel had never had a date end so abruptly before. She could still feel the lingering heat pressed between her thighs. Mel wanted to groan and cry at the same time. Willow’s mom had come in like a tornado and spun the night right out of her grasp. She should be wrapped up in Willow’s arms right now. They should be a tangle in the bedsheets. Instead she was at home with no Willow in sight. Mase offered her a friendly bark waiting on her to scratch his head before returning to his dog bed.

Mel stripped down as she walked down her hallway to the bedroom. Lying alone in bed felt like an insult to the night she and Willow had shared. Dinner had been perfect. The night had confirmed that their chemistry together wasn’t the result of a one time encounter.

Mel let her eyes slide to her bedside table. She opened the drawer and pulled out her vibrator. This may not have been how she wanted the night to end, but it was a good second choice. She turned it on and slid the device between her thighs. She allowedherself to gasp as she made contact with her core. Mel allowed herself to imagine what she wanted to be doing right now.

Her mind went to a place where she had Willow pinned underneath her body. Shock waves of pleasure rippled through her as she ground against her vibrator. When her orgasm came her body spasmed.

Mel lay staring at the ceiling. Her phone buzzed on the night stand and she reached for it. Willow’s name flashed on her screen. Mel was interested in knowing what had happened after she left. Mel hated texting, she found it so cumbersome. On a whim she hit the call button and waited to see if Willow would answer.

“Hi there,” Mel said, hoping to ease whatever awkward tension the phone call might have caused.

“Hello.” Willow’s voice sounded surprised.

“How did things go with your mom?” Mel asked. She listened as Willow gave a long sigh.

“That bad, huh?” Mel laughed.

“Worse. My Mom is going to be living with me for a while,” Willow whined. Mel made a mental note that if things took off between them, they would likely be spending their time at her place. Mel took a breath and decided to go with optimism.

“Your mom is lucky to have you. Not everyone would open their home up like that,” Mel smiled at the phone.

“I don’t know about that. I might as well say yes. It keeps my Mom from sneaking in through a window or something,” Willow said, her tone flat. Mel gave a chuckle.

“I’m sorry we didn’t get to finish our date,” Willow offered.

“I know. Me, too. I’ve been thinking about it since I got home,” Mel said.

“Me, too. I can’t believe the night ended so differently to how I imagined it,” Willow chuckled.

Mel’s mind flashed with an idea. She felt her lips curl into a smile.

“Oh yeah. How did you imagine it going?” Mel asked coyly.

“More in the direction of the bedroom. Less in the direction of my Mom.” Willow teased.

“Sure. What I mean is, if I were there right now, what would you want to be doing?” There was a pause as Willow took in Mel’s words. Mel wasn’t entirely sure she wasn’t overstepping.

“What do you want?” Mel pressed into the silence.

“I want you to be here right now, with your hands on my bare skin.” Willow answered softly.

“I would like that, too. I could let my hands slide down your back and grab your ass while you kiss me,” Mel suggested. She heard Willow’s breath quicken.

“I want more than that,” Willow suggested.

“What if I was on my knees|?” Mel purred. She heard Willow suck in a breath.

“Yes, I want you on your knees.” Willow said finally. Mel couldn’t help noticing the strained rasp that had come into Willow’s voice.