Free Confessions of a Chalet Girl: by Lorraine Wilson Page A

made my wish,’ she protested.
    ‘Okay, let’s make our wishes. Mine is quite serious though.’
    ‘Oh?’
    ‘Whoever I’m seeing romantically, and right now I’m hoping that will be…well, you Holly. I need that person to be one hundred per cent straight with me. That’s all I need.’
    ‘That’s your wish?’ Holly frowned, was he accusing her of lying or… ‘Are you talking about my CV thing again? I thought we were over that?’
    ‘Hey, we are.’ He planted a soft kiss on the top of her head. Her hair was covered with snowflakes by now but she still felt deliciously warm. ‘I do have an…issue, I suppose you’d call it about people lying to me. I’ll tell you why sometime. The thing is, I like you as you are, Holly. You don’t need to pretend to be like the other girls. I like it that you’re not. It’s okay to be yourself, I quite like the real Holly Buchanan, as I was saying earlier.’
    His foot gently nudged hers under the water and she knew he meant to reassure her. Frankly she didn’t know what to feel. Massive relief that Scott understood her and had given her permission to stop trying to blend in competed with terror she hadn’t succeeded, that she’d so obviously stood out.
    The real Holly Buchannan suddenly felt naked in more ways than one and it scared her.
    ‘Hey, are you okay?’ He nudged her again. ‘Why don’t you tell me your wish?’
    ‘That I could always feel as free and happy as I feel with you.’ The answer tripped off her tongue before she’d even thought about it.
    ‘We’d better make sure we’re together a lot then.’ He nuzzled her neck and stroked her breasts again.
    Soon her misgivings were forgotten. She kissed Scott back with a hunger that took her by surprise. They’d made love twice today and she still wanted him with an intensity that took her breath away.
    When she pulled back for air, she smiled at him. ‘I’m not doing it lying down in the snow, whatever you say.’
    ‘Shall we go back to the lounger?’ His eyes were dark with desire, the café noir tones melting into inky blackness, his voice husky.
    ‘Okay.’
    With less shrieking this time round, Holly stepped quickly through the snow and then sank into the bliss of the hot Jacuzzi before swimming over to the indoor complex.
    She hardly remembered she was naked. She felt sexy. That had to be a first. Perhaps these thermal springs were magical after all.
    ***
    He was in deeper than he’d planned. Scott couldn’t believe he’d been so carried away he could’ve continued right there in the pool without the condoms that were still in his jeans pocket.
    Holly was special and all the more so because she didn’t seem to know it. He could stroke her soft curves all day long, look into her eyes and enjoy the connection he found there. He thought he’d be able to talk to her, when it felt right, about what had happened to his sister and the awful low he’d hit after her death.
    In other words he had it bad.
    They made love slowly, stroking, kissing and fondling each other with an intensity that made it hard for him to hold back. He postponed his climax with difficulty, so he could make sure she’d been tipped over the edge into orgasm.
    Then she straddled him, wavy auburn hair cascading over her shoulders onto her pale, rosy-tipped breasts. She looked directly into his eyes all the while. Finally he believed those words about two becoming one. He’d had plenty of sex before. He’d even had sex that meant something.
    But he’d never had sex like this.
    He suspected it was new territory for her too. It was too early to talk about this being serious but while he might not be ready to verbalise it, he knew without a doubt something special was happening.
    Later he fetched the white robes and slippers left in the cloakroom for them and took her upstairs to the Thermal centre café, not yet opened.
    ‘Would you like some champagne?’ He led her to a clear glass table that had been decorated with a