She turned and let her eyes move across me before turning back toward the microwave and grumbling something.

"Sorry?" I took a step into the kitchen as she pulled a mug from the microwave and handed it to me.

"Yes. I'll grab them and you can change in the bathroom."

"I'm good changing here. It's not like you've never seen a man naked before...right?"

She put her hand on her hip and closed her eyes. "Don't make this hard on me, or I'll kick you out of here so fast it will make your head spin."

"Hard on you?" I laughed and moved closer to her. "You went home with my best friend last night and left me with eight drunks."

She opened her eyes and pushed at my chest, hard. "You wanted to go home with her and I dropped Brian off at his house. You're crazy if you think anything happened between us."

"He's a damn idiot if he didn't try." I dropped my clothes and reached out, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward me. "Nothing happened with Cindy. You know why?"

"Why, Finn? Because of your month off from women?"

I smiled and released her before walking toward the small room by the kitchen that held the washer and dryer. I slipped out of my pants and tossed everything in the dryer. After finding an oven mitten, I walked back in the kitchen holding it in front of my crotch and laughed at the look she gave me.

"I didn't do anything with her because she's not you. Go get me some damn pants or I'm going to resort to other means of warming up." I moved toward her and she turned, walking back down the hall quickly.

"Don't touch me. I'm not interested in anything you have to offer." She disappeared into a dark room and I forced myself not to follow her. Our relationship couldn't be built on sex. It needed a solid friendship. I needed one. Hell, she seemed to as well.

I moved to the fireplace and moved the mitten, warming my body fully and relaxing as the chill finally began to leave me.

The sound of her gasp caused me to look over my shoulder. "Like what you see?"

"It's an ass. Everyone has one." She walked over to me and laid the pants over my shoulder. "I'll wait for you at the table."

"Thank you," I mumbled and put them on, grateful that someone in her family was tall. Too bad they had Sponge Bob and Patrick dancing across them in various motions. "You did this on purpose."

"I did." She pressed her fingers to her lips and laughed. "You look great though."

"Right?" I flexed my pecs and sat down, reaching for the drink. "Thanks for this."

"Did you know this was my father's place?" She sat back and drew her legs up to her chest.

I wanted to lie, but couldn't force myself to do it. "I did. I heard Cindy say your last name at the club and realized that my father had a client by the same name. I had to pull a few strings, and it's creepy, I know, but I couldn't not see you again. I shouldn't want to see you, but I do." I shrugged and lifted the mug to my mouth.

"You're right. I've done nothing but judge you." She rubbed her fingers over her lips and watched me closely, leaving my need to reach out for her rising by the minute. "Forgive me."

"Already done." I shrugged. "So tell me why you were the designated driver last night?"

"Because I'm a light weight and alcohol usually leads to horrible decisions for me."

"Note to self, get her drunk." I winked and set the mug down. "Let me take you on the slopes again?"

"You don't give up, do you?"

"Not sure. I've never had to try, honestly." I ran my fingers through my hair and let out a content sigh. Things were going far better than I'd imagined.

"You've never had to work hard to get a woman's attention." She snorted and dropped her legs down before leaning in. The sweet smell of her perfume rushed in to greet me, and I jerked back to keep myself from accosting her.

"Nope. I'm not saying I'm all that, Chloe. Just telling you the life I've lived."

"Why don't you have a girlfriend or a wife then? Surely one of the women would have meant something to you over all these years." She crossed her arms over her chest and shook her head. "I'm struggling with this a lot."

"I understand that. I struggle with it too." I sucked my bottom lip in my mouth, trying to figure out how to explain it to her. "So the last girl I took out took me back to her place..."

She cut me off as her hand flew in the air. "Hold up. I do not under any circumstances want to hear any of your sex stories."

"Why? You jealous?" I chuckled, expecting her to swat at me or flip me off.

"Yes. Actually I am, and I'm struggling with that too." She kept my gaze, not at all uncomfortable with admitting that she was feeling something for me.

Something loosened inside of me and I relaxed.

Good. It's not just me.

"I'm not telling you any of my stories, Chloe. I was just going to explain how ninety-nine percent of women aren't looking for a second date, but another fuck. I'm just a fuck." I shrugged and glanced outside, not realizing how much it would hurt to say it out loud.

"What happened with the girl?" Her voice was soft as she moved closer, her knees brushing mine.

"She invited me back to her place and showed me off in front of her two friends, basically inviting them to join us." I turned my attention back to her.

"Did they join you?"

"No. I'm not like that." I shrugged. "I guess most guys would be, but I can't be with more than one woman at a time. I left after her friend told me that the girl had herpes."

"Oh my God." She lifted her hand to her face as she visibly paled.

Probably not the best thing to tell a girl that I wanted to take to bed for the rest of my life, but she needed to understand my side of the story.

"Right? My fucked up life." I let out a chuckle, but it fell flat.

"I'm sorry for being so cruel. I'm just not interested in a one-night stand. I just got out of a long relationship and honestly, falling for someone that's not going to be in my life in the future isn't something I'm willing to do."

"I understand that. I'm not asking you to sleep with me, nor am I offering you a ring."

"Then what are you asking for, Finn?"

"A friendship? A ski buddy? Do you like horror movies?" I smiled and moved closer. "We can be friends from a distance, right? And when you come back, if you do, we'll hit the slopes again together. I'd love a new friend, someone who didn't prance me around town."

She shook her head. "I'd like a friendship, but understand that I'm leaving in two weeks. My father is helping me start a clothing line and that's the only reason I'm in this house."

He looked around and nodded. "Where is your mother?"

"She died eight years ago." She lifted her free hand up to wipe at her face. "It's been different since then. Everything has."

I wanted to pull her in my arms so damn bad and promise her the world, but she didn't want that. Hell, she barely wanted the friendship I offered so freely.

"I understand that completely." I smiled. "I need to go, but let me take you around town tomorrow. Nothing but good times and great treats. I know some killer dessert shops."

"You don't have to work?"

"I'll be calling in sick if you're free." I smiled wickedly.