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Authors: Bethany Bazile
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The line clicked off and I dropped the phone on the nightstand. Whatever her secret was, it couldn’t be as bad as mine. And maybe if it were, she’d understand. Regardless, I knew who she was now, and I liked it.
*~*~*
In the next week, we fell into a routine. We’d text all day, she’d make excuses as to why she couldn’t come over, but by ten p.m., she showed up at my door and we’d fuck for hours. I honestly thought after a week or so I’d tire of Avery. But I’d been lying to myself from day one. I’d felt that powerful pull toward her, and I deluded myself, thinking it was all about tearing off her panties and sinking my cock in her.
This shit was different. The kind of different I didn’t need in my life. I’d been here before. I recognized the feelings that were growing for Avery, and it was like a ticking time bomb in my gut.
I wasn ’t good with relationships and love. I thrived for years on fucking women and moving on, because love would destroy me. I wasn’t the candy, flowers, and tears kind of guy. I was the jealous, crazed, obsessed type. If this thing with Avery continued to grow the way it was, I’d start to fuck it up. I’d take desperate measures to keep her. I knew it. Saw it coming but couldn’t stop it if my life deepened on it. And trust me… it did.
By the end of the week , I talked her into going to dinner with me. I took her to a desolate mountaintop park I used to visit when I was younger. Her hair blew in the wind, and her right hand gripped the seat as I whipped my pickup around the steep edges of the road. I reached over, running a hand up the back of her neck into her hair. She glanced over at me with nervous eyes.
“Can you pay attention to the road?”
I smiled at her but returned my hand to the wheel. When we pulled up to the small , secluded area, she jumped out and walked up to the guardrail and gazed at the city lights below.
Making sure to park so we ’d face the view, I set up a blanket and laid out the dinner I’d picked up in the bed of the pickup. I helped her up, and suspicion flickered in her glance.
“So you have a romantic side? ” She narrowed her eyes.
“I have a lot of sides and crooked edges, Dr. Shaw.”
She lifted an eyebrow and smiled. “I’m sure you do.”
We ate mostly in silence , and when we were done, we leaned back—her back against my chest, my arms around her waist. It was the most peaceful moment I had in over ten years.
“ Why haven’t you returned to California? Not that I’m saying I want you to leave, but…”
“ So you want me to stay?”
“ Never mind.”
I let her off the hook and answered her question.
“I haven ’t really accepted any scripts or produced anything in almost two years. I had my stint in rehab and I needed time off.”
“Was the drinking because of your insomnia?”
“Partly. It wasn’t as severe as it is here, but yeah, it would take the edge off and allow me to forget.”
“Forget what?”
I s hook my head. Mostly at myself because I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t just lay it all out there. She didn’t push, which was a relief.
“Did you grow up here?” she asked.
“ Yeah. I went to the local high school and everything.”
“So did I.”
“I ’m sure I was way before your time.”
“ Yeah, you were probably five years ahead of me.”
”How old are you?”
“Twenty-seven.”
“ And already in your own practice? Impressive.”
“ Well, when you have no one to fall back on, you dedicate yourself to being able to survive. So I doubled up on coursework, and I was actually taking some college courses while I was still in high school. I was in medical school by the time I was twenty-one.”
I whistled and she giggled shyly. I think it was the first time I’d heard that sound from her. She sounded carefree and so unreserved, totally opposite from the bottled-up woman she usually was. Maybe I ought to loosen her up with wine more often.
“That ’s pretty
*~*~*
In the next week, we fell into a routine. We’d text all day, she’d make excuses as to why she couldn’t come over, but by ten p.m., she showed up at my door and we’d fuck for hours. I honestly thought after a week or so I’d tire of Avery. But I’d been lying to myself from day one. I’d felt that powerful pull toward her, and I deluded myself, thinking it was all about tearing off her panties and sinking my cock in her.
This shit was different. The kind of different I didn’t need in my life. I’d been here before. I recognized the feelings that were growing for Avery, and it was like a ticking time bomb in my gut.
I wasn ’t good with relationships and love. I thrived for years on fucking women and moving on, because love would destroy me. I wasn’t the candy, flowers, and tears kind of guy. I was the jealous, crazed, obsessed type. If this thing with Avery continued to grow the way it was, I’d start to fuck it up. I’d take desperate measures to keep her. I knew it. Saw it coming but couldn’t stop it if my life deepened on it. And trust me… it did.
By the end of the week , I talked her into going to dinner with me. I took her to a desolate mountaintop park I used to visit when I was younger. Her hair blew in the wind, and her right hand gripped the seat as I whipped my pickup around the steep edges of the road. I reached over, running a hand up the back of her neck into her hair. She glanced over at me with nervous eyes.
“Can you pay attention to the road?”
I smiled at her but returned my hand to the wheel. When we pulled up to the small , secluded area, she jumped out and walked up to the guardrail and gazed at the city lights below.
Making sure to park so we ’d face the view, I set up a blanket and laid out the dinner I’d picked up in the bed of the pickup. I helped her up, and suspicion flickered in her glance.
“So you have a romantic side? ” She narrowed her eyes.
“I have a lot of sides and crooked edges, Dr. Shaw.”
She lifted an eyebrow and smiled. “I’m sure you do.”
We ate mostly in silence , and when we were done, we leaned back—her back against my chest, my arms around her waist. It was the most peaceful moment I had in over ten years.
“ Why haven’t you returned to California? Not that I’m saying I want you to leave, but…”
“ So you want me to stay?”
“ Never mind.”
I let her off the hook and answered her question.
“I haven ’t really accepted any scripts or produced anything in almost two years. I had my stint in rehab and I needed time off.”
“Was the drinking because of your insomnia?”
“Partly. It wasn’t as severe as it is here, but yeah, it would take the edge off and allow me to forget.”
“Forget what?”
I s hook my head. Mostly at myself because I couldn’t figure out why I couldn’t just lay it all out there. She didn’t push, which was a relief.
“Did you grow up here?” she asked.
“ Yeah. I went to the local high school and everything.”
“So did I.”
“I ’m sure I was way before your time.”
“ Yeah, you were probably five years ahead of me.”
”How old are you?”
“Twenty-seven.”
“ And already in your own practice? Impressive.”
“ Well, when you have no one to fall back on, you dedicate yourself to being able to survive. So I doubled up on coursework, and I was actually taking some college courses while I was still in high school. I was in medical school by the time I was twenty-one.”
I whistled and she giggled shyly. I think it was the first time I’d heard that sound from her. She sounded carefree and so unreserved, totally opposite from the bottled-up woman she usually was. Maybe I ought to loosen her up with wine more often.
“That ’s pretty
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