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television mounted above the fireplace. I’m scrolling through the channel guides and stop as I notice there’s another Friends mini-marathon on.
    I can sit here all day and lose myself in this show, imagining my life in the big city and having close friends who make me feel more like family than mine ever will. Somehow I manage to catch the episode where Ross and Rachel have their first kiss. I still love this episode, especially when the Central Perk doors fly open and Ross steps in from the rain, grabbing Rachel’s face with both of his hands and bringing his lips to hers. No matter how many times I watch it, I still love it.
    Touching my fingers to my lips, I think of the feelings I experienced a short time ago when Jeremy allowed me to have my first real kiss. Does he really think a date with me will go well? I can’t understand his persistence. I mean, I can certainly try to make time for him on my days off, but what happens when I’m traveling for five months straight for competitions? My parents will hate him immediately and consider him a distraction or not the type of person I should be seen with in public. It’s always about appearances with them. Training comes first, always. I’ll end up having to ignore his phone calls from here forward, and after a while, he’ll probably understand and just stop calling again. But, why do I feel as though I’m already hurting him again before this even starts? One kiss and I’m already losing focus. I’m so confused and screwed!
    I stand up, stretching my arms above my head before bending over to link my hands around my ankles to stretch out. Thinking a long, hot shower will get my mind off today’s events, I start walking into the bathroom set off from the sitting area. Turning on the shower, I begin to strip down as the room begins to fill with steam from the hot water. I swipe the condensation off the mirror and glance at the reflection staring back at me. I’ve certainly changed a little over the years. I’m at least four inches taller than the average skater out there, and my body is not built like the stick figures I see getting ready to take my place once I’m no longer able to compete. I’m not saying I’m any more talented than them, but with age comes maturity, and I’ve clearly grown into my mature body at twenty-two.
    Releasing my bra hook and tossing my lace thong into the hamper, I climb into the shower. Relishing in the scalding water, I bring my face under the hot spray and run my hands through my long blonde hair. Letting out a long sigh from sheer relaxation, I close my eyes and see Jeremy’s face as he fills my thoughts and warms my body even more. I envision him trailing his hands on more than just my face and hips as he runs them over my bare chest and in between my legs and whispers dirty thoughts into my ear. In that instant, I see his shirt pulled off over his head and his pants quickly unzipping to expose his arousal that’s evident through his tight boxer briefs. Hey, this is my erotic dream. He will not have on tighty whities. Hell no! I don’t care how good Jamie Dornan looks in those Calvin Klein ads. So, boxer briefs it is! As I am dreaming, his boxer briefs…oh, yes, I glide my fingers just above the inside fold of the elastic band, slowly tugging down to reveal his throbbing… Ding !… Ding !… What the hell?! My eyes shoot open as I try to slow my pulse… Ding !…Turning off the water, I open the shower door, grab my towel and wrap it around my body, squeezing the water out of my hair as I make my way into the other room. Ding ! I look around and pick up my phone from the coffee table. Two missed calls and two new texts. How long was I in the shower?
    Glancing down, I pull up the icons. I open the missed text messages and read the first one.
    Hey Emily! It’s Sue. Hope u don’t mind but I got your # from Jeremy. How does he have your # anyway? He told me to stay in touch with u, something about he’d never kiss &