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week began with the usual rain-and-sleet-filled day for the middle of winter. The opportunity was there to catch up on the housework that I had neglected to do, having spent my Saturday impulse shopping. As my house became tidy, so did my head as I went over in my mind the weekend’s events, especially the events with Scott — his eyes, his hands, his mouth...
    The spell obviously wasn’t directed at him, not in the romantic way anyway. But he would be a nice distraction, at least until I felt ready to reopen my heart to someone when the time was right. Perhaps th is was just what was needed-– a good time without the uncertainty and pain that an emotional attachment often brought with it.
    Maybe Kate was right. It was perfect.
     

C HAPTER F OUR
    MY MOBILE PHONE shattered my attempt at a rare mid-week sleep-in. I fumbled for it, and my stomach somersaulted when I saw the text message :
    “Hey, Abby. It’s Scott. What RU doing today? ”
    “ Nothing .” I wrote back, biting my lip as I hit the send button. Too available? Too casual?
    “ Want to come over? ;) ”
    There were too many mistakes in my hurry to write, so I kept it short and sweet. “ OK :) ”
    My heart felt like it was going a million miles a second when I pulled up to the address he gave me. It was a small block of about six units, painted white in an effort to make them look more modern than their twenty odd years. I took a deep breath as I ambled past the trellis’ , looking for number four and narrowly avoiding a stumble on the overgrown ivy. It was easy to find, as it was the only one with music blaring from its interior. I had hardly begun to knock when the door flew open and Scott pulled me into his arms, giving me a ravenous kiss . When we finally broke free, I stepped back, not wanting to waste the effort I had put into getting ready to meet him; my hair worn up and styled in such a way that it looked like it was done in five minutes, rather than the actual forty, and makeup carefully applied to look like I wasn’t wearing any. I had also braved the short denim skirt Kate had bullied me into buying, resisting the urge to tug it down at the hem.
    “You look great,” he said, justifying the hour it took me to preen. “Pity I’m about to take it all off.” He ran his hands up the back of my thighs then lifted me up and carried me to his room.
    Afterwards, I lay naked in his arms, going over in my head again what he had just done—twice. “I think I might get a Brazilian wax,” I said out loud without really meaning to.
    “What?" He sat up. "Down there? All off? Doesn’t that hurt?”
    “You deserve it after what you just did.”
    He laughed. “Have you had breakfast?”
    “No, I’m starving.”
    “Wait here.” He pulled on a pair of shorts and rushed out of the room, returning only minutes later with a plate of croissants and a jar of strawberry jam. “Coffee’s on its way.”
    Taking a hungry bite of my sticky, buttery breakfast, being care ful not to spill crumbs on Scott’s sheets, I observed my surroundings for the first time since I arrived. It was small and quite cramped, with his double bed and musical equipment, including a keyboard; something with knobs, slides and a million cords coming off it; and speakers sitting next to an old desk. Nothing surprising here, he was a musician after all. A closed door on the opposite wall was, I assumed, his wardrobe , and I recognised his electric bass guitar propped up next to the win dow alongside a regular acoustic guitar.
    “I tidied up before you arrived,” he needlessly explained, getting up to fetch the promised coffee.
    The bedside table contained the usual, a clock radio and lamp. I also noticed a fantasy novel sitting atop a spiral bound notebook, which I guessed was for his song writing.
    “Good book?” I gestured to the novel when he returned.
    “I’m rereading it for the third time.” He blew at a lock of hair that had fallen over his eyes and handed me my cup