When Its Least Expected by Heather Van Fleet

looked over at him. He smirked, patting the spot
     next to him.
    She sighed, but his influence apparently won her over because two seconds later, she
     was
    grabbing the silver plush blanket off the foot of her bed to separate them. For the
     love of all things holy, she had some issues if she thought a blanket would keep her
     safe from him.
    Who would keep him safe though? Two hours spent snuggled close to her warm body on
    a bed was sure to be hellish torture!

Chapter Eight
    Oh, Mason Daniel, what kind of spell do you keep casting here?
    Harley was majorly at war within her own body. She couldn’t keep still. Every time
     she
    moved, his all too consuming nearness would pull at her skin and drain her resistance
     away. She began to want things she couldn’t and didn’t need with him. There was something
     about this boy, this man … that she wanted to know, but was too scared to discover
     for fear that if she did then things would get messy, complicated. Friends, that’s
     all they could ever be. That’s all she’d let her heart feel.
    They’d been silent while the movie was playing, but her internal battle was another
     thing.
    All she could think about was his the way his chest moved when he laughed. All she
     could feel was the way his hand warm hand felt when it brushed slyly against hers.
    She sighed, albeit fairly quietly, but it was enough of a movement that he turned
     to face
    her anyways. A sudden devious grin decorated his mouth.
    Stupid, sexy surfer boys!

    “Are you okay, little beast? You kinda look a little bit, uh, sick…”
    Sick, huh? He had no idea…
    “I’m fine,” she snapped. Her chin went up, and if she had been a cat, her fur would
     have
    been standing on end.
    “Fine, huh? Hmm…” Harley held her breath and prayed to God that he didn’t push the
    issue. She let out her raggedy sigh two seconds, relieved that he’d let it go, but
     all the more fascinated as she watched him bring that lucky silver spoon filled with
     chocolate ice cream to his mouth. It was the most uncomfortable, yet the most exhilarating
     night in all of her pathetic seventeen years of existence.
    It was also quite amazing that she managed to fall asleep a short half hour later.

    * * *
A hand, smooth and warm ran up and down her cheek. Harley wiggled; her body was on
    fire as she pressed her cheek further into the touch. It was a shame she had to open
     her eyes because this dream was rocking her socks off. Pink, full, delicious tasting
     lips had been covering her neck and her ear. And hands, God were they big and strong,
     and the places they were going
    … sheesh, no boy had ever gone there before.
    With one eye squinted open, Harley found herself staring into two blue gems. Oh dear
    God in heaven, was it not a dream after all?
    “Crappity crap!” she darted backwards, only to feel his arm tighten around her, keeping
    her firmly in place at his side. She blinked almost a million times as he as he continued
     to keep her pinned to his side. That sleepy, sexy smile threatened to undo her to
     the point of no return.
    She rubbed a hand over her eyes pushing into her sockets with her palms. This had
     to
    have been a dream, right? She couldn’t be snuggling in her bed with Mason at … she
     stared over at her clock. Oh crap, two in the morning? She tensed and tried to pull
     away again, but this time he yanked her so close, that she couldn’t breathe, and it
     wasn’t due to suffocation either.
    “Don’t apologize, little beast,” he rasped, his thumb rubbed tantalizing circles over
     her
    hip bones. She shivered, not caring anymore that the time was well beyond her curfew.
     “You
    only drooled on me a little bit, and the snores were kinda cute.” He tapped the end
     of her nose with his knuckle, closing his eyes again as if he was completely okay
     with being here in her room, in this position, so late. If her parents walked in …
     she’d be screwed.
    “I don’t want to go, little beast.