The question she asked me finally brought me back to my senses. Leah was evidently much more of a lightweight than I was. She asked and I sighed, she sensed the change in mood.
“I’m sorry, that was too far,” she panicked. Her face reddened and her voice trembled, very embarrassed.
“This is stupid,” I muttered, upset with myself. I threw my beer on the ground and turned away from her, starting to walk back to the cabin.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” Leah called. I ignored her. I needed to get out of there before the situation got any worse.
Back at the cabin I slammed the front door behind me. So she could find dinner, I left some dinner by the fireplace for her to heat up. I didn’t feel hungry, so I barricaded myself in my bedroom.
My hormones were getting the best of me during this trip. I couldn’t screw up the relationship my mom had. Every interaction with Leah had been a sort of tease. I found myself falling further into attraction with her looks, her touch, her smell. It was dangerous waters I was treading.