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that was unexpected. Who would have thought that arrogance and conscience could coexist in the same mind?  Maybe the guy wasn’t a lost cause after all? ...

Chapter 4
Aiden
 
    I needed a drink, or better two.
    Seeing Megan in that barely-covering-anything blanket made my body hurt. No, it wasn’t just a physical attraction that I felt for her. There was something else. Something that made me want to find out her every dark secret, taking off the pieces of her shell, one by one. And at that very moment the shell consisted of only two lacy pieces … God, help me!
    “What are you looking for?” Megan asked, watching me.
    I was searching through the cupboards, praying to find at least something that would block my thoughts about the gorgeous creature, sitting a few steps away from me.
    “Bingo!” I said, showing her a bottle of what looked like an age-old whiskey.
    “Oh, no. You are not going to drink that!”
    “Why not?”
    “Who knows how long that bottle has been hidden here!”
    “It’s whiskey, Megan, not an orange juice. The older it is the better.”
    I opened the bottle and took a sip. “Not bad. Wanna try?”
    “No, thanks, I prefer to stay sober.”
    I shrugged and took a few more gulps. My body welcomed the burning liquid, my muscles relaxed, and I inhaled deeply.
    “Mmm, feels great! You sure you don’t want to try?”
    “Positive.” She nodded and turned back towards the fire. “How long do you think the rain will last?”
    “Don’t know. But I doubt we will be able to get out of here any time soon.”
    I sat on the floor, settling back into the couch behind me. The only thing that the house was full of was the firewood. At least we were not going to freeze to death. Well, maybe I was exaggerating a little, considering that it was May outside. But the combination of whiskey and the flame made me feel really good.
    I looked up at Megan. She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts. I remembered about the talk we had in the car. The sound of her laughter was still ringing in my ears. I was caught off guard. She looked amazing at the moment: young and careless. And I suddenly wished to prolong the moment just to see more of those cute dimples on her cheeks, and joy sparkling in her eyes. But I never told her about that.
    “Hey, why don’t you come down to me? It’s warmer here.”
    She looked at me, hesitating. “Why don’t you come up here instead? I will share the blanket.”
    Wow… “Since when have you become so generous?” I asked, rising. Though the perspective of sharing the blanket with her was alluring.
    “I’m not as much of a monster as you think.”
    I smiled. “I don’t think you are a monster. I think you are….”
    “No, please,” she stopped me half-word. “I have already heard enough for today.”
    “Fine.” I shrugged. “Move so I could lie beside you.”
    She hesitated again, apparently reconsidering the brilliance of her idea. Then she moved closer to the back of the couch giving me some space to lie down. The couch was too small for the two of us, but I hardly cared.
    “You are still trembling,” I said, readjusting the blanket to cover our bodies. “Come closer, I’m not going to bite you. Well, unless you ask me to.”
    “Watch your language and hands!” she warned.
    “You can put your arm around me. It will help you warm up faster.”
    She looked up at me, squinting. “You always take the opportunities, don’t you?”
    “Oh, yes. I never miss my chances,” I said, smiling down at her.
    “You are one shameless creature, Mr. Murphy.”
    “I’ve been called worse.” I took her left hand and put it around my waist, embracing her in return. “Feel better now?”
    “Not really.”
    “Why don’t you take off your bra? It’s still wet.”
    “Not gonna happen,” she snapped.
    I knew she would never do that, but I liked prickling her nerves. “I was simply trying to make you feel comfortable.”
    And it felt so unbelievably good to hold her in