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her profile page confirmed it, from the sea blue eyes, her five foot nothing height, right down to the smart ass comment about not needing to see any more cock pictures.
    I can't stop myself from messaging her. I decide to send a short, friendly ice breaker. I won't tell her it's me straight away though. I want her to give me a chance just to chat for a while. I want to get to know her, and this may be my only way to do that given the way she acted toward me in the bar. It's not deception, and it's not lying.  It's simply omitting the truth about who I am until I can be sure that she'll give me a chance. That's what I'm telling myself anyway.
    For friendship? For more? I'm not sure.
    There's been more than one night that I've found myself lying in bed thinking of her. And tonight, seeing that photo of her on the net blew my mind and redirected most of my blood flow south; I just can't get her out of my head. It's those curves that frame her gorgeous body, and the silhouette of her breasts that I'm dying to touch.
    Taking matters into my own hands, I grip my cock firmly and stroke it up and down, over and over. My hand gliding over my soft skin, wishing I was gliding inside of Kate's hot body. I come hard, imagining her vulnerable ice blue eyes staring up from underneath me as I'm burying my cock deep inside her. Damn, I hope she gives me a second chance, another opportunity to get to know her. I need a woman like Kate in my life.
    Kate probably thinks I'm out of bounds for her, and let's not forget that I've already stupidly turned her down once. Men are different from women. We don't have a problem sleeping with a woman who one of the guys has already been with before, as long as it's not an ex-girlfriend. No problem whatsoever. Pussy is pussy, and as long as protection is used, then no harm done. But Kate could never just be pussy; seeing her tonight reminded me of that. Ever since the first night I saw her I knew she was a forever kind of girl, one that deserved a lifetime of love, protection and hot sex. Back then I wasn't in a position to offer love and protection. Now, I might be.
    I don't regret turning her down when she propositioned me that night. I don't want to be a regret, a drunken mistake. If I take Kate to bed, it won't be a drunken one night stand. I'll make it so damn memorable, she won't be able to get me out of her head for days, weeks even. That, and you can bet your bottom dollar we won't be walking straight in the morning.
    The few times I've seen Kate, she has always seemed shy, especially when Mac left us at the bar. Yet, from what I've heard from Mac, she's a real spit fire. Feisty, funny, and very protective of her friends. So why has she always been so different around me? 
    I grew up in a house full of women. I know that girls are different to guys when it comes to dating and sex. There are unspoken rules. My sisters have explained this to me many a time. You never go with a guy that has:
    a) been with your sister
    b) been with one of your friends
    or
    c) that has a reputation as a love 'em and leave 'em type.
    The sister and the friend rules are concrete. They tell me it's the girl code. Having a conversation like that with my twenty-one and eighteen year old sisters was awkward, especially when it makes me sick to think of a guy even touching them, but it has given me some perspective on the female brain.
    So with that in mind, I'm going to keep talking to Kate on the internet. I want to get to know her, and for her to get to know me without any awkwardness. Kate is different, and maybe different is what I need, what I want now.
    Fuck, I've spent so much time around women, I'm starting to fucking sound like one.
     

     
    I get to sleep in since it's Sunday, and my only day off work and training. I saunter out into the living room around ten a.m. to find Zach lying on the sofa watching a football replay from last week. “Hey, early start or late finish?” I ask as I head for the kitchen and