Free Save Me From Myself by Stacey Mosteller Page B

still in school so Jeremy and I moved in here. Since we moved back to avoid her changing schools, we couldn’t exactly sell the house. Plus, she would have been pretty upset about leaving all the memories.”
    “It’s a beautiful house,”
    We haven’t ventured very far in, but what I’ve seen so far it’s homey and welcoming, even though the house is huge and opulent. It’s the kind of place where you instantly feel at home.
    His smile turns a little sad, “Thanks, the decorating is all my mom. Sarah wouldn’t let me change anything.” I’m sure she wouldn’t. He’d said last night that he’s been raising her for five years, and since she’s not yet 21, she would have been fifteen when their parents died. He didn’t tell me what happened, but it must have been sudden. My mother and I don’t really get along, but I don’t know what I would have done if I’d lost her at that age.
    We reach the kitchen, and I feel my mouth drop open again. The room is huge, open and airy. The walls are a pinky/beige color, with cream cabinets and dark granite countertops. There’s a huge fireplace standing by itself separating the kitchen from a den. The fireplace is open on both sides, able to be used from both the kitchen and den, and there’s open space on each side. In the middle of the room is a huge island with a bar, and a sink on the opposite side. There is a double oven in one corner of the room, and instead of a regular wall, it’s encased in the same brick as the fireplace. The fridge is made to look the same as the cabinets so that it blends into the room. It’s clear that a lot of thought went into the planning of this room, and David tells me that his mother was an interior designer. She was obviously very talented at her job.
    He leads me over to sit at the bar, and then goes to the fridge. Pulling it open, he looks back at me sheepishly. “I probably should have asked you last night if there was anything you wouldn’t eat, or if there was anything you were allergic to. But, since I forgot, I picked up a few different choices.” He stops, and realizing that he wants answers to questions he didn’t actually ask, I respond, “I’m pretty easy, and no allergies.” His grin turns lecherous, and I clue in to the fact that I said I’m easy. “Uh, I meant, I’m easy to feed.” His grin widens, and I give up, putting my flaming face in my hands.
    David chuckles, and after a few seconds, I feel his body behind me, and his arms come around to pull mine down. Turning the bar stool, he stands in front of me, seeming even taller than normal since I’m sitting. He tips my head up, and lowers his mouth to mine.
    He kisses me gently, not demanding anything, and my fingers clench in his shirt. When I pull him closer to me, he groans, running his tongue along the seam of my lips. When my mouth opens, he pushes his tongue inside to duel with mine. Moaning softly, I let him explore my mouth, enjoying the taste of him. He tastes faintly of cinnamon, and something that is all him. His arms feel like steel bands around me, and he crushes me against him as the kiss goes deeper.
    We kiss for what seems like an eternity, and he finally pulls away slightly, resting his forehead against mine, his breathing heavy. “This was not my intention,” he breathes. He pulls back further, and plants a kiss on the tip of my nose. The room is spinning, his effect on me is that strong! When he gets back to the fridge, he tells me I can choose between steak, chicken, and salmon for dinner. A guy that can cook, not that’s rare!
    Grinning, I tell him, “Impress me with your Salmon skills chef!” and he shakes his head, taking out what he needs to cook for me. This is definitely new. Matt’s idea of being the one to “make” dinner was to stop and get take out on his way home. David, however, moves around the kitchen confidently, cutting and mixing ingredients, and soon the room is filled with amazing scents. Disappearing into a