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girls were still
sitting in the window, fixated on the shop opposite, even though Nate wasn’t in
sight. He sure had a fan club, a thought that made my heart sink.
    “See you next week,” I told the
guys. “I’d better go and get my bike.”
    “See you, Sky,” Josh smiled, a
small dimple to match his brother’s coming out.
    “Yeah, see you,” Billy nodded.
    I smiled at them and headed across
the street, looking back over my shoulder to find they were both watching me. I
gave them a wave goodbye before sticking my head into the repair shop.
    “Nate?” I called. I spotted him
with his head under the hood of one of the cars and silently cursed when I saw
he’d changed back into his coveralls, his torso naked again. I’d looked at guys
before and thought they were cute, but I’d never felt heat building inside me
or pain in my nipples from just gazing. He had his earphones in again and I
just enjoyed watching him work, eyeing up the tattoo on his right bicep. It
looked like some kind of badge or logo, maybe of his baseball team. I felt my
breathing coming a little faster at the thought of seeing him in a pair of
tight white pants, his biceps showing in his pitcher’s tee, and of how good
he’d look out on the field. I was going to need a paper bag to breathe into any
second, I was on the verge of hyperventilating.
    “Sky?” His voice calling my name
startled me from my thoughts, and made me realize I’d been staring at him. His
eyes were alive with merriment as he strode over. Damn it, I bet he knew exactly
what I was thinking. “Have fun?”
    “I did, actually,” I nodded,
hoping my cheeks weren’t as pink as I felt they were right now. “They’re really
nice guys. Thanks for introducing me.”
    “So, which one of them hit on you
first? Billy?”
    “Actually, neither,” I replied, “but
we have plans to meet up next Saturday so they can give me a tour.”
    “Saturday?” He frowned as he
wiped his hands on the rag he pulled from his back pocket, and I forced my eyes
to focus on his face, rather than that nipple bar and his hard abs. “I’ve got
practice.”
    “Do I need a chaperone? They both
seem fairly harmless.”
    “No,” he laughed. “And yes, they
are, but I was hoping you’d want to come and watch me play before we go and
catch up on that rain check for something to eat.” He cocked his head as he
waited for my response.
    “I … I’d really like to, but … I
already said I’d meet them,” I stammered. Was he asking me out, or just being
polite?
    “Let me have your number then,
I’ll call you when I’m free and see if we can hook up,” he suggested. He looked
puzzled as I just stared at him, my mouth ajar. Had he just asked for my number
“to hook up?” “Are you seeing someone, is that why you’re not saying anything?”
he prodded, when I wasn’t forthcoming with an answer.
    “I’m … no, no, not seeing anyone,
but …” I shook my head. He was two years older than me, had a reputation around
town, and I just knew if I took him home to introduce him to Mom and Pops, they
wouldn’t be impressed. Nate looked like the proverbial bad boy, even if he
wasn’t showing off his tattoos or piercing. Oh crap . I felt my eyes
widen as he slowly licked his lower lip while he waited for me to respond. It
was piercings, plural. He didn’t just have a nipple one, he had a ball in the
center of his tongue. Why would he have one there? My cheeks flamed when
I realized what it was likely to be used for, and I felt a shiver run down my
spine.
    “I’m asking you on a date, Sky,
if I wasn’t obvious enough,” he stated, as he reached up to lightly brush his
fingers down my cheek. My body trembled at the contact and I was finding it really
hard to breathe. “I think you’re beautiful.”
    “Nate, I … I’m so flattered, but
I’m not looking to date right now. I’m new in town and I need to find my feet,
settle into college life. It’s an important time for me right now.”