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before settling back down on the bed.
    “That good, hey? I actually reread the third Harry Potter book yesterday. It took me all day, but it was too cold to go anywhere.”
    “’Azkaban’ is my favourite in that series.“
    I was mildly surprised. He didn't seem the type to read Harry Potter , much less share the same favourite as me. I pictured him to be more of a serious horror or crime reader. I guess the gothic look threw me a bit.
    “So, Miss Lady-of-Leisure,” he blew at his fringe again, “what have you got on for the rest of your week?”
    “Tomorrow I’m booked in for a facial... and a manicure and a pedi — oh, just girly crap. Nothing planned on Friday, and I haven’t even thought about the weekend yet. You said you were playing?”
    “We’ve got a nightclub gig Friday night if you’re interested. I think Nathan said that Kate was coming.”
    “Sounds great. So what happened to Luke the other night, anyway?”
    “You were right. The three of them were in the living room when I got home.”
    “Lucky him.”
    “Nah, overrated ,” he said mysteriously, his tone indicating the abrupt end to the conversation.
    Breakfast was over, and we lay back down, enjoying the opport unity to cuddle and be lazy.
    “Do you prefer blondes, brunettes, or redheads?” I asked, twirling a lock of his black hair around my finger.
    He smiled and twisted a strand of my own hair around his finger. “I actually don’t have a preference.”
    “What’s your natural colour?” It was difficult to tell, and I was curious.
    “Brown. I dyed it myself last time. Shit job. You can see a bit I missed.” He pointed to a section on the front of his head. I could make out a fe w strands of chocolate, only just visible amongst the black.
    “It’s not that noticeable, really. You can hardly see it.”
    “My mum’s a hairdresser, so she usually does it,” he continued, “ but it grew out too much since she visited last, so I just did it myself . Now, enough with the personal questions, young lady.” He reached into his bedside drawer and pulled out another condom.
    I was looking slightly more tousled than when I had arrived by th e time he walked me out to my car. “So I guess I’ll see you Friday,” he said. “Enjoy your week.” Then his lips met mine in a sweet goodbye kiss .
    ***
    I woke up on Friday morning with a flutter in my stomach. Not because it was the last weekday of my holiday; it was the sort of nervousness that comes when you know that later that day you’re going to, to put it bluntly, get laid. It was a nice nervous, like normal third date jitters, bu t without the apprehension or uncertainty that came with dating some one in the conventional way. I was excited about seeing Scott. I loved the adorable way his hair fell over his face and looked forward to falling for his sexy on-stage presence all over again. I couldn’t wait to feel his lips on mine, feel the suppleness of his skin under my palms, inhale his warm, masculine scent, and listen to his calm, deliberate way of speaking . This wasn’t love; this was way better.
     

C HAPTER F IVE
    “WE SHOULD HAVE TOLD THEM we were with the band.” Kate remarked, annoyed at the forty-five minute wait we had in the queue before finally entering The Village Nightclub. She had also baulked at the twelve-dollar cover charge.
    “We’ll try to remember next time.” I shoved an alcoholic beverage into her hand in an attempt to placate her. “We’re helping the band out this way. Should we let them know we’re here?”
    Loud music had been pumping as more and more people congregated in the club. The band members, minus Daniel, were on the stage, fiddling with their instruments. We could occasionally hear the odd guitar screech or dull thud of the bass drum above the thumping dance beat. I managed to catch Scott’s eye and waved hello. His brows shot up, and he smiled, mouthing ‘hi’ before going back to concentrate on the strings of his bass