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skin.
    “See?” he asked, looking into my eyes. “You are already melting. And here I thought you were such an all-in-hand type.”
    My blood boiled. I pulled my hands out of his grip and pushed him away from me. “Don’t you ever dare to touch me again,” I said, as I tried to step aside.
    In the blink of an eye Aiden’s arms locked around my waist, pressing my back to his chest. “If you keep running away, Megan, your life will always be lonely and miserable,” he said into my ear. “Why don’t you give yourself a break and try to be happy?”
    I turned around abruptly. “Men like you and happiness don’t go well together.”
    Ouch. Even for my own ears it sounded harsh.
    He let me go, his eyes suddenly turned into two thunder clouds. Then he turned towards the car, slammed the passenger door shut, and headed for the forest.
    “Where do you think you are going?” I shouted after him.
    “I don’t want to die of pneumonia! I saw a house not far away from here.”
    “No one lives there!” It was an old Peterson’s house that was built only God knew when. It had been empty for as long as I could remember myself. But still, Aiden had a point. I wasn’t thrilled about the idea of getting sick or dying.
    “My God … Owen’s gonna kill us for screwing this up,” I muttered, following my impossible companion.
     
    When I reached the house that was no bigger than my mom’s closet, Aiden was already there, trying to make a fire in what looked like a very old fireplace.
    “You sure we are not going to die of smoke inhalation?” I asked, watching him.
    “You can stay outside, if you wish,” he snapped, without looking at me.
    Great … I got what I wanted — now the hate was mutual.
    “Personally I would recommend you to stay, take off your clothes and try to dry your hair.” Aiden rose, walked over to a small couch and pointed to the blanket. “Use this to cover up yourself. This is the only piece of dry fabric here.”
    “What about you?” I asked, trembling from head to toe.
    “I’ll be fine,” he said, taking off his shirt and jeans.
    Drops of water glistened on his tanned skin, and I couldn’t help but notice how muscular his shoulders were. My gaze slipped lower, and to the rest of his body: the guy looked damn good.
    Aiden’s chuckle brought me back to reality. “Like what you see?”
    Oh, God! He caught me staring. Silly woman! I shouted mentally at myself, turning red. Now he will have more reasons to tease me.
    Aiden sighed and came up to me. “Okay, now we need to take off your clothes.”
    “I don’t n-need your help,” I said, chattering.
    “Right.” He shook his head, irritated. “Put your hands up, Megan.”
    “I said….”
    “Hands up, Megan!” He repeated strictly, reaching for the edge of my shirt. I felt like a little girl in front of my angry daddy.
    Eventually I did what he said, and he pulled the wet piece over my head, covering my shoulders with the blanket he found on the couch.
    “Shall I help you with the jeans as well?” There wasn’t anything joyful in his tone. Apparently he really cared about my health.
    “N-no,” I said quietly, trying to unbutton my jeans with my palms trembling. Bad sign. Not only were my palms, but my whole body was trembling.
    Aiden moved the couch closer to the fireplace, and motioned, saying, “Come here.”
    I sat on the couch, rolling myself up in the blanket, and he sat on the floor, closer to the fire.
    “I’m sorry,” I said, watching the shades of flame dancing on his skin. In any other situation it would be a perfect moment to sit next to him, share the blanket and put my head on his shoulder. But there wasn’t anything romantic about the moment. I could feel the tension growing between us. Aiden was still angry at me, and I kept guessing which of my foolish acts got on his nerves more.
    “Nothing to apologize for, Megs. I pushed you to the edge and made you jump out of the car. It was very silly of me.”
    Oh …