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Author: Nicole Salmond
definitely something she didn’t lack, especially
when it came to men.
***
“Your place or
mine?” The tall, skimpy blonde whispered into his ear.
Turns out chicks really did dig scars. It took all
of twenty minutes after walking into the bar to get to this point now with the
blonde wrapped around his finger.
“Yours,” Nate replied.
Although his place looked like a dumpster right
now, that wasn’t what he was concerned with. He just didn’t like the awkward
morning after. This way he could easily leave her place with her dignity intact
and the reassurance he wouldn’t see her again.
“Be right back,” the blonde said, winking at him.
He watched her move over to where her friends were
sitting and say something to them, nodding her head in
his direction.
Normally he would be lapping up the attention,
especially from someone as attractive as her. Her hair was a lighter shade than
Claire’s, her body was shaped in all the right places, but it held no
comparison to Claire’s body. In fact he didn’t think he could fault Claire on
anything, she was…perfect.
What the fuck are you thinking ! Nate
thought to himself. Get your head back in the game .
Sure Claire was stunning, and sexy as hell, but
she also had a boyfriend, and she wouldn’t be interested in someone like Nate.
She deserved better.
“Ready?” Amber asked, or was it Stacey? Oh fuck
it! Her name wasn’t important. She’d be long gone from his thoughts by
tomorrow.
“I was born re-” He stopped himself from repeating
the line he’d said earlier to Claire. Somehow saying the worlds to her didn’t
seem right.
Sex, Nate. Hot, sexy, hard sex with the blonde ,
he told himself. Distraction seemed the only key to get his mind off Claire.
The blonde let her other hand graze the front of
his jeans, springing him to life.
Yes, sex was exactly what Nate needed.
CHAPTER
THREE
Going to Uni Night last night was a bad idea , Claire thought, yawning as she walked to
the physio room to prepare for her next session.
She had decided last minute on Thursday night to
go out with her friends, Layla and Katie. They had a
very compelling argument, since technically in a few weeks she wouldn’t be a uni student anymore, she should live it up while she could
and take advantage of the discount she got at Uni Night.
Fortunately she had paced herself last night so
she didn’t wake up with a hangover. Lack of sleep was what she was suffering.
What she would do for a bed right now!
Dave wasn’t too impressed with her actions,
accusing her of not taking her clinical placements seriously. Of course she
took them seriously, but she had just dedicated the last four years of her life
to study, so having fun every now and then should be okay. Well, so she
convinced herself anyway. In hindsight, he was probably right. She hadn’t
really considered how she would feel today, and it didn’t help that when she
had gotten home at one in the morning she had wanted a two-hour sex marathon
with Dave. Yeah, not the smartest thing she’d ever done.
“Morning,” a deep voice called behind her.
Startled, she jumped and dropped the papers she
was holding on the ground.
“Did I scare you?”
She dropped to the ground on her knees, scrambling
to pick up the pieces of paper. She looked up and saw Nate standing there. Great. She’d forgotten she would be doing his therapy
sessions today. Just what she needed, sarcastic Nate.
“I’d help you…But…Well,” Nate said, lifting one of
his crutches in the air.
“It’s ok…I just…”
“Forgot about me?” Nate smirked.
“No, I…I…lost track of time.” Claire kept her head down, picking up the remaining pieces of paper and
standing.
“I should be offended. Maybe I didn’t leave enough
of an impression last time?” He raised his eyebrow.
“I could never forget you,” she said, softer and
less sarcastically than she had intended. It sounded too nice, too sincere.
when it came to men.
***
“Your place or
mine?” The tall, skimpy blonde whispered into his ear.
Turns out chicks really did dig scars. It took all
of twenty minutes after walking into the bar to get to this point now with the
blonde wrapped around his finger.
“Yours,” Nate replied.
Although his place looked like a dumpster right
now, that wasn’t what he was concerned with. He just didn’t like the awkward
morning after. This way he could easily leave her place with her dignity intact
and the reassurance he wouldn’t see her again.
“Be right back,” the blonde said, winking at him.
He watched her move over to where her friends were
sitting and say something to them, nodding her head in
his direction.
Normally he would be lapping up the attention,
especially from someone as attractive as her. Her hair was a lighter shade than
Claire’s, her body was shaped in all the right places, but it held no
comparison to Claire’s body. In fact he didn’t think he could fault Claire on
anything, she was…perfect.
What the fuck are you thinking ! Nate
thought to himself. Get your head back in the game .
Sure Claire was stunning, and sexy as hell, but
she also had a boyfriend, and she wouldn’t be interested in someone like Nate.
She deserved better.
“Ready?” Amber asked, or was it Stacey? Oh fuck
it! Her name wasn’t important. She’d be long gone from his thoughts by
tomorrow.
“I was born re-” He stopped himself from repeating
the line he’d said earlier to Claire. Somehow saying the worlds to her didn’t
seem right.
Sex, Nate. Hot, sexy, hard sex with the blonde ,
he told himself. Distraction seemed the only key to get his mind off Claire.
The blonde let her other hand graze the front of
his jeans, springing him to life.
Yes, sex was exactly what Nate needed.
CHAPTER
THREE
Going to Uni Night last night was a bad idea , Claire thought, yawning as she walked to
the physio room to prepare for her next session.
She had decided last minute on Thursday night to
go out with her friends, Layla and Katie. They had a
very compelling argument, since technically in a few weeks she wouldn’t be a uni student anymore, she should live it up while she could
and take advantage of the discount she got at Uni Night.
Fortunately she had paced herself last night so
she didn’t wake up with a hangover. Lack of sleep was what she was suffering.
What she would do for a bed right now!
Dave wasn’t too impressed with her actions,
accusing her of not taking her clinical placements seriously. Of course she
took them seriously, but she had just dedicated the last four years of her life
to study, so having fun every now and then should be okay. Well, so she
convinced herself anyway. In hindsight, he was probably right. She hadn’t
really considered how she would feel today, and it didn’t help that when she
had gotten home at one in the morning she had wanted a two-hour sex marathon
with Dave. Yeah, not the smartest thing she’d ever done.
“Morning,” a deep voice called behind her.
Startled, she jumped and dropped the papers she
was holding on the ground.
“Did I scare you?”
She dropped to the ground on her knees, scrambling
to pick up the pieces of paper. She looked up and saw Nate standing there. Great. She’d forgotten she would be doing his therapy
sessions today. Just what she needed, sarcastic Nate.
“I’d help you…But…Well,” Nate said, lifting one of
his crutches in the air.
“It’s ok…I just…”
“Forgot about me?” Nate smirked.
“No, I…I…lost track of time.” Claire kept her head down, picking up the remaining pieces of paper and
standing.
“I should be offended. Maybe I didn’t leave enough
of an impression last time?” He raised his eyebrow.
“I could never forget you,” she said, softer and
less sarcastically than she had intended. It sounded too nice, too sincere.