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Authors: Elle McKenzie
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could walk me to my car and I’d tell him then. I hadn’t really thought this whole thing through . “Is there a bar or late night café open anywhere?” I guess it would be better to do this properly.
“Only McDonald’s, at this time of night.” I look at my watch, it’s 2.a.m. I yawn, suddenly feeling very tired.
“Yeah, I guess Maccies is as good as anywhere.” I grin.
We make our way along the cobbles towards the restaurant; Dexter walks close but doesn’t touch me. He gets me a tea and himself a chocolate milkshake. I laugh when he sits down and starts drinking it like Austen would.
“So, what do you want to talk about,” he asks. His eyes light up and I don’t know if I can do this. I’ve never had this problem before. I’ve had guys want to date me lots of times, but I’ve always said I’m not interested. I don’t know why Dexter is different, maybe it’s because he’s just so sweet, and the fact that he’s good looking doesn’t help.
“Dex, I really like you.” He smiles bigger now and moves his hand across the table to stroke mine. Reaching for my cup, I take a small sip. It burns my tongue, but I need the reality check right now. “You’re kind and sweet, and you’re a good looking guy.” His face drops and I think he knows where I’m going with this.
“Here comes the ‘but’,” he says, looking down at his hands on the table. I feel like my heart is sagging into an empty pit of darkness. It would be so much easier if he was an arsehole, but he isn’t.
“I’m sorry, it’s not you, it’s me. I’m not after a relationship at the moment. I’ve just moved back from London and I need to sort myself out first before I even think about dating.” I don’t mention Austen. I’m not sure why I don’t mention him. I don’t want to use him as an excuse, though.
“I get it.” He looks up and smiles a genuine smile. “Maybe when you’re settled we could go out for drinks?”
“Yeah, sure. Can we still be friends?” I feel guilty about lying to him but what am I meant to say? ‘Hey, Dex, sorry but I want to fuck your best friend. ’ I don’t think that would go down well.
“Of course,” he nods his head and tries to smile, but I can tell that he’s upset. “Friends,” he murmurs.
We finish our drinks and he walks me back to my car, he kisses me on the cheek and gives me a warm friendly hug before pulling away. “See you tomorrow, Jazz.” He winks and then turns away looking deflated.
I yawn as I arrive at the club at 10 a.m. I’ve barely slept and feel like crap. I’m glad I have the night off tonight. It’s Saturday and I’ve promised to take Austen out for tea and bowling. The bar is eerily empty as I walk in. Dumping my bag in the changing room, I head out towards the bar. Scotty, or at least who I assume is Scotty, looks up at me from his iPad with a massive smile spread across his face.
“Well, aren’t you delicious,” he says, his tone giving away his sexuality, immediately. He has short spiked platinum blonde hair and is wearing what appears to be a leotard of some sorts. He has little freckles covering his nose, just like Austen, which makes me smile. “Are you ready to start?” he asks, looking me up and down. I’d asked Piper what I should wear, and she told me just my gym clothes. I’d laughed; I haven’t been to a gym in months. So, I bought myself a pair of shorts and a sports top and that will just have to do.
Nervously, I make my way over to the pole and Scotty stands behind me.
“Now, before we start you need to loosen up and do some stretches.” I follow his lead, stretching out all my muscles. We do a few lunges and I feel like I’m going to pass out with exhaustion already. I’m so unfit. When we are done he introduces me to the pole as if it were a person. I try not to laugh as he tells me that I should treat it with respect.
“Now, we are going to start with a basic move: the fireman spin.” Sounds
“Only McDonald’s, at this time of night.” I look at my watch, it’s 2.a.m. I yawn, suddenly feeling very tired.
“Yeah, I guess Maccies is as good as anywhere.” I grin.
We make our way along the cobbles towards the restaurant; Dexter walks close but doesn’t touch me. He gets me a tea and himself a chocolate milkshake. I laugh when he sits down and starts drinking it like Austen would.
“So, what do you want to talk about,” he asks. His eyes light up and I don’t know if I can do this. I’ve never had this problem before. I’ve had guys want to date me lots of times, but I’ve always said I’m not interested. I don’t know why Dexter is different, maybe it’s because he’s just so sweet, and the fact that he’s good looking doesn’t help.
“Dex, I really like you.” He smiles bigger now and moves his hand across the table to stroke mine. Reaching for my cup, I take a small sip. It burns my tongue, but I need the reality check right now. “You’re kind and sweet, and you’re a good looking guy.” His face drops and I think he knows where I’m going with this.
“Here comes the ‘but’,” he says, looking down at his hands on the table. I feel like my heart is sagging into an empty pit of darkness. It would be so much easier if he was an arsehole, but he isn’t.
“I’m sorry, it’s not you, it’s me. I’m not after a relationship at the moment. I’ve just moved back from London and I need to sort myself out first before I even think about dating.” I don’t mention Austen. I’m not sure why I don’t mention him. I don’t want to use him as an excuse, though.
“I get it.” He looks up and smiles a genuine smile. “Maybe when you’re settled we could go out for drinks?”
“Yeah, sure. Can we still be friends?” I feel guilty about lying to him but what am I meant to say? ‘Hey, Dex, sorry but I want to fuck your best friend. ’ I don’t think that would go down well.
“Of course,” he nods his head and tries to smile, but I can tell that he’s upset. “Friends,” he murmurs.
We finish our drinks and he walks me back to my car, he kisses me on the cheek and gives me a warm friendly hug before pulling away. “See you tomorrow, Jazz.” He winks and then turns away looking deflated.
I yawn as I arrive at the club at 10 a.m. I’ve barely slept and feel like crap. I’m glad I have the night off tonight. It’s Saturday and I’ve promised to take Austen out for tea and bowling. The bar is eerily empty as I walk in. Dumping my bag in the changing room, I head out towards the bar. Scotty, or at least who I assume is Scotty, looks up at me from his iPad with a massive smile spread across his face.
“Well, aren’t you delicious,” he says, his tone giving away his sexuality, immediately. He has short spiked platinum blonde hair and is wearing what appears to be a leotard of some sorts. He has little freckles covering his nose, just like Austen, which makes me smile. “Are you ready to start?” he asks, looking me up and down. I’d asked Piper what I should wear, and she told me just my gym clothes. I’d laughed; I haven’t been to a gym in months. So, I bought myself a pair of shorts and a sports top and that will just have to do.
Nervously, I make my way over to the pole and Scotty stands behind me.
“Now, before we start you need to loosen up and do some stretches.” I follow his lead, stretching out all my muscles. We do a few lunges and I feel like I’m going to pass out with exhaustion already. I’m so unfit. When we are done he introduces me to the pole as if it were a person. I try not to laugh as he tells me that I should treat it with respect.
“Now, we are going to start with a basic move: the fireman spin.” Sounds
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