"Are you out of your mind? Making out with Josh in our parent's kitchen with his parents on the other room?"

I frown at Savannah's words. This is exactly why I had been hiding from her all afternoon. I don't want to hear common sense or be told that what we did was wrong even if it was. I'm still in the clouds thinking about that kiss. I want to do it again and I won't be able to if my conscience is woken up by my sister.

It is late in the evening on Saturday and we're all huddled around a campfire Clint and Dad built earlier. Everyone is chatting and having a good time. We're having wine. It's the best, really. Who would have thought that hanging out with your parents would be so enjoyable? Of course, it's because none of us are teenagers. We're all grown adults now. My face is burning from the heat coming from the fire but I don't really care. I love campfires. They're so comforting and relaxing and, well, romantic.

I glance at Josh who is sitting directly across from me. He is in deep conversation with my dad and Clint. I watch as Crystal comes over and sits next to him. She touches his shoulder. Josh turns to look at her and she smiles as she hands him a beer. I look away feeling jealousy consume me in the inside. That should be me. I want to hand Josh beers. I want to be able to sit next to him without it being such a big deal.

"And now you're ignoring me, thanks."

I look at Savannah and roll my eyes. "Why are you always trying to have conversations in front of everyone?"

"Let's go inside then." She suggests.

I laugh. "You just want the juice don't you?"

She smirks. "You know I love me some drama since I have zero in my life."

I smile. Savannah has never had a boyfriend. Ever. She's probably the only 22 year old in the world who's never been on a date. It's not that she doesn't get hit on. She does very often. Most recently, it was a guy at the gym. If someone hits on you while you're all red and sweaty, well that tells you something. He asked for her number but Savannah told him she had a boyfriend. Why? He wasn't her type. I didn't even know she had a type. How can she know what her type is if she doesn't give guys a chance? I don't know. I don't understand her sometimes. But at the same time, I admire her. She knows exactly what she wants in a guy and she doesn't want to waste her time or somebody else's. I keep waiting for her to just start dating guy after guy but it hasn't happened. She's obviously a very unique 22-year-old and I love her for it.

"Believe me, you don't want it." I tell her.

"I don't know," she grins taking a sip of her lemonade. "Having two hot firefighters fight for you doesn't seem like the worst thing in the world."

"It is if they're brothers." I murmur under my breath.

"That does complicate things a bit." She agrees looking up behind me.

I turn and see Brad. He sits down next to me, our legs touching. "Made you this," He says handing me a s'more. The marshmallow looks delicious roasted and melted under the cookie.

"Brad-" I hesitate. I can see Mom and Louisa smiling at us which makes me uncomfortable. Brad knows exactly what he's doing and I wish he would be more considerate, especially after the conversation we had earlier today.

"It's just a s'more." Brad chuckles. "Come on, take it. I know how much you love them."

I do love s'mores, who doesn't? They're so good. I sigh but take it. "Thank you, looks delicious."

He looks at me. "Well? Take a bite."

"I can't with you looking at me." I laugh.

He chuckles. "Right. I won't look."

He turns his head to the side and I roll my eyes but take a bite of the s'more. It melts in my mouth. Brad looks at me and smiles. "Good?"

I nod. "Very."

He smiles then reaches out and cleans something on my chin. "You had some marshmallow."

From the corner of my eye, I can see Josh watching us. He doesn't look happy. I clear my throat. "Brad, we talked about this."

"I don't remember talking about marshmallow." He says casually. I narrow my eyes at him and he sighs. "Fine. I'm sorry."

"I need you to take this serious." I tell him reaching for a napkin to place the s'more on.

He rests his elbows on his knees and looks down at the sand. I feel kind of sorry for him but I need him to understand that he can't do things like that anymore. I need him to believe me when I say that we're not getting back together.

"I shouldn't have come," Brad says quietly. "Being here makes me miss you even more."

"You'll get over it."

He looks at me. "I don't think I will."

I gulp then look down at my lap but don't say anything. He's really not making this any easier. I can't wait to go back to not seeing him all day. He's being this way because we're spending time together with our families. I understand where he's coming from but it doesn't make me feel any better. I need this weekend to be over so we can both go back to our normal lives without each other in it. My only hope is that Brad finds someone else soon. Someone that will make him forget me. And then maybe...I can be with who I want to be with...

I glance at Josh. He's looking at me which makes me smile. He smiles back. I turn to Savannah. "I think I'm ready to go inside."

"Me too." She yawns. "I'm exhausted."

We excuse ourselves then make our way back to the inn.

"You know Brad is not going to let you easily, right?" Savannah asks as we walk.

"He has to."

She looks at me. "So have you and Josh...?"

"No," I say carefully.

"So it's just kissing now?"

I look at her and smile. "The best type of kissing in the whole world."

She laughs. "Wow, okay. It seems like you really like him."

"I do." I frown. "Much more than I allow myself to admit."

"I can tell he likes you too."

I smile. "Really?"

"Are you kidding? He's always looking at you when you're in the same room. I've been watching you two. You're sort of obvious. Be careful, Nat, all it takes is for someone whether it's Brad or Mom or Dad to pay attention to you and Josh. You two need to make up your minds before this explodes."

I frown. "Why do you have to tell me this?"

"Because it's the truth."

"I know but-" I sigh. "Josh and I are just barely testing this thing between us. We don't even know what it is. It's way too early. I'm not about to come to Mom and Dad or Clint and Louisa with this. It needs to stay a secret." I narrow my eyes at her. "You better not say anything."

"I won't." She promises. "Just be careful then."

"I will."

I intend to keep this a secret for as long as I can. I am too scared about what would happen if it comes out. I don't even want to think about that anymore. I'm tired. All I know is that I love kissing Josh and I want more.

Savannah and I head to her room and we watch Dirty Dancing which is one of my favorite movies. By the time I head to my room, it's past midnight. Everyone came in from the campfire about an hour ago. It probably got too cold to stay outside. The inn is quiet and dark as I walk to my room which is next to Savannah's. Everyone else is staying in the rooms upstairs. I take a long shower and try not to think about how close Josh is. I imagine him in the room above mine, sleeping. So close yet so far at the same time. I wish he would call or text. I have my phone in my hand, thinking about texting him when there's a soft knock on my door.

I freeze and my heart skips a beat. I really hope it's not Brad. Please don't let it be Brad.

I walk to the door quietly and pull it open.

"Hey."

I look up at Josh and smile. "Hey."

He's wearing jeans with a white T-shirt. I can tell that he showered too because his hair seems darker from the dampness. He offers me a shy smile. "Can I come in?"

"Of course," I say opening the door wider for him to walk in. I lock it just in case someone decides to walk in and not because I think Josh and I are about to do something that would require a locked door...though I hope so.

Josh looks around the room then his brown eyes land on mine. He smiles. "Sorry, I know it's late."

"I wasn't sleeping," I say with a shrug.

We look at each other for a moment. I watch as his eyes lower down to my lips then he looks at me again. We both step closer to close the gap between us. Our lips meet again in a kiss.

"I couldn't stop thinking about you." Josh whispers against my lips, his arm tight around my waist. I really do love his hands on me. So much.

I smile opening my eyes to look at him. "I know. I couldn't either."

His eyes twinkle. "Really?"

"Yes." I laugh because if only he knew how much I think about him on a daily basis. "Why is that so hard to believe?"

"I don't know," he says pulling a strand of hair behind my ear. "Because you're you."

I chuckle. "What is that supposed to mean?"

We pull away but he keeps his arm around me which I appreciate. He looks at me and smiles. "You've always been unreachable to me, Natalie."

I reach out and touch his hair then trail my finger down his cheek, across his jaw, savoring this moment that I finally get to touch him. "I've always been right here." I tell him with a frown. I don't know what he's talking about.

"Not the way I wanted you to be," He says softly then presses his palm against my back. "Like this," He says as he presses me closer to him. I put my arms around him and press my cheek against his chest as he embraces me tightly.

I close my eyes and smile. I've never found so much comfort in somebody else's arms like I suddenly do in Josh. I've never felt so wanted. So protected. I want to stay here all night. I want to feel him everywhere. I open my eyes and press my hand on his strong arm. His muscles are clearly visible through the shirt. "You're so strong," I say without thinking making him chuckle. I pull away and look at him. "I'm serious. Do you...have a six-pack?"

I'm genuinely curious mostly because I'm almost 100% sure that he does but I also yearn to look at his body. I hope I'm not being creepy. By his smile and the look of lust that he gives me, I conclude that he doesn't think I'm being creepy which is good.

"Would you like to see?" He whispers, his voice is low and sexy.

I fight a smile as I nod.

He chuckles but reaches down to the hem of his shirt and pulls it up above his head. For the second time today, I am completely mesmerized with him. His chest is so clean, he has to wax because it's so smooth looking. My suspicion is confirmed: he has a very visible six-pack. It's not crazy muscular. He is just perfectly fit. I reach out and trail his chest with the tip of my fingers all the way down to the his stomach. It's so hard and smooth. And so very sexy. It's making me a bit hot. "How long did it take?"

He laughs finding my fascination amusing. "It takes a lot of discipline and exercise. I had both while serving so it didn't take very long."

I look down at his waist line and look away just as quickly. He is so sexy it's intimidating me for the first time. I've always known him as skinny Josh from high school. Now he's all this.

I place my hand on his chest then look up at him to make sure it's alright. He looks at me, his eyes burning with desire. I lean in and press my lips on the left side of his chest, right above his heart. I feel him take a deep breath. I pull away and look at him. He places his hand on my cheek. "You have no idea how good you make me feel."

I smile sheepishly. "I think I might have an idea."

He smiles at me as he runs his thumb across my chin. "I want to tell you how beautiful you are but the word 'beautiful' really doesn't cover it."

I feel my cheeks get hot. "Stop it."

"What? I'm completely serious."

I just shake my head with a stupid smile on my face. His eyes roam all over my face and land on my lips.

"Come here." He whispers raising my chin up.

I'm still smiling when our lips meet.

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