![]() ![]() “Good luck at practice today,” he said, handing it over. I double checked my wallet to make sure I had my metro pass, and when I opened the door, I found myself face to face with a stranger and a cup of steaming hot coffee. Throwing on some old sweatpants, I grabbed my ballet bag and snatched my coat from the bannister in the hallway. I had twenty minutes to make it to the closest subway station and avoid the ire of Ashcroft. When I was wrinkled and prune-like, I stepped out and checked the time. “Brian is a sweetheart and he’s good for you…He may suck at phone sex, and you may have no desire to sleep with him right now, but he treats you better than you’ve ever been treated before…” Slipping into the shower, I scolded myself. “Good luck, babe! Get some coffee, you’re going to need it…” “Today is my one on one day with Ashcroft…Wish me luck!” And, shamefully, him and his perfect c**k that I felt hardening in his pants as he dipped me on the dance floor. Him and his perfect lips that nearly pressed against mine as we argued. Seeing him again brought out every emotion in me, and even though I’d told Brian that Andrew and I were done, I’d spent the rest of our date last night thinking about him. I couldn’t believe Andrew was in New York, couldn’t believe he’d admitted missing me on my front steps last night. ![]() I woke up the next morning on edge, in utter shock. An assumption that is true without further proof or need to prove it. ![]()
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