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myself—
The bright light of morning flooded my bedroom, jolting me awake and ripping me out of my dream. I could still feel the cold metal of my car against my skin. I flung myself back against my pillows, sighing. God —public sex with Rob? I groaned. I had thought I was doing such an amazing job of forgetting about him these past few days.
I threw myself into rehearsals instead of dwelling on dreams I couldn’t control , anyway. I filled my evenings with happy hours with the coworkers, attempting to occupy every spare second of my time. For a while, it worked.
Every so often, a flash of Rob’s rakish smile consumed me—or I tasted the smoky flavor of his tongue in my mouth. But I would shut it out, forcibly and swiftly. Until this morning, apparently. I guess you could only ignore Rob Huntley for so long before he took control and drove his way into your subconscious.
I stepped into the shower, hoping to bring myself back to reality and wake myself from that lusty dream. I soaped up, scrubbing myself furiously as though I were trying to wash away every trace of Rob that remained on my skin. I stood under the boiling hot water, wishing it would wash my desire away.
I allowed myself to indulge, briefly, by running a slippery finger between my legs and plunging it into my swollen need. Nice try, Steph.
It did nothing to stifle my arousal. Despite my wishes to let it all go, I also couldn’t help wishing that Rob were in the shower with me. I wished he would put his hands all over me and lather my body with soap, pressing me hard against the tiles. Well, so much for trying to forget about him.
“ Rob,” I said with a heavy sigh.
When I got out, a thin towel wrapped around my dripping body, I heard my phone vibrate. “Speak of the devil,” I whispered when I saw that it was a text from Rob. I had to give it to him. The man had great timing.
I opened the text and read each word slowly, almost cautiously. I can’t stop thinking about you. I know we just met, but I feel as if I’ve known you my whole life. God, I miss you.
I had to sit down on my bed to study myself for a long moment. The urgency in his text was the exact same urgency that had plagued my dream last night. I hated to admit it, but I also felt as if I’d known him my whole life. After last night’s dream, I knew I would share anything with him—and more than anything, I wanted to share my body.
My resolve was wavering. I remembered Claire’s words clearly in that moment: If you’re still thinking about him—call him.
Yet , I still felt scared. I needed another pep talk from Claire. I ignored Rob’s text for a moment and sent one of my own to Claire. Coffee today?
I can do 4:30, she replied within minutes. How about Raymond’s?
See you there , I said. I could go for a latte, and Raymond’s was our favorite shop. I have updates on Rob—get ready.
Can’t wait.
I spent the morning down at the studio to get in an extra round of rehearsals. Paul had given us the day off, but I needed to focus on something other than that text from Rob. I pushed the door to the auditorium open, expecting to have the place to myself. To my surprise, the design team was there. They seemed to be putting the finishing touches on the set pieces. I thought they’d finished earlier in the week, but I guess they still had a few spots to tidy.
Fuck , I thought when the realization that Joe would be there hit me. In my desperate attempts to ignore Rob, I had also managed to forget about Joe—namely, that I never texted him back.
Well, I thought to myself, trying to justify my actions, if he was interested, he should have texted me again. I know Rob would have.
I couldn’t shake the guilt, though. Joe was just polite. He probably didn’t want to bother me.
I managed to spend the morning rehearsing in a private back room without any interruptions from the design team. It occurred to me that Joe might not even be there that day—but sure enough, he walked
The bright light of morning flooded my bedroom, jolting me awake and ripping me out of my dream. I could still feel the cold metal of my car against my skin. I flung myself back against my pillows, sighing. God —public sex with Rob? I groaned. I had thought I was doing such an amazing job of forgetting about him these past few days.
I threw myself into rehearsals instead of dwelling on dreams I couldn’t control , anyway. I filled my evenings with happy hours with the coworkers, attempting to occupy every spare second of my time. For a while, it worked.
Every so often, a flash of Rob’s rakish smile consumed me—or I tasted the smoky flavor of his tongue in my mouth. But I would shut it out, forcibly and swiftly. Until this morning, apparently. I guess you could only ignore Rob Huntley for so long before he took control and drove his way into your subconscious.
I stepped into the shower, hoping to bring myself back to reality and wake myself from that lusty dream. I soaped up, scrubbing myself furiously as though I were trying to wash away every trace of Rob that remained on my skin. I stood under the boiling hot water, wishing it would wash my desire away.
I allowed myself to indulge, briefly, by running a slippery finger between my legs and plunging it into my swollen need. Nice try, Steph.
It did nothing to stifle my arousal. Despite my wishes to let it all go, I also couldn’t help wishing that Rob were in the shower with me. I wished he would put his hands all over me and lather my body with soap, pressing me hard against the tiles. Well, so much for trying to forget about him.
“ Rob,” I said with a heavy sigh.
When I got out, a thin towel wrapped around my dripping body, I heard my phone vibrate. “Speak of the devil,” I whispered when I saw that it was a text from Rob. I had to give it to him. The man had great timing.
I opened the text and read each word slowly, almost cautiously. I can’t stop thinking about you. I know we just met, but I feel as if I’ve known you my whole life. God, I miss you.
I had to sit down on my bed to study myself for a long moment. The urgency in his text was the exact same urgency that had plagued my dream last night. I hated to admit it, but I also felt as if I’d known him my whole life. After last night’s dream, I knew I would share anything with him—and more than anything, I wanted to share my body.
My resolve was wavering. I remembered Claire’s words clearly in that moment: If you’re still thinking about him—call him.
Yet , I still felt scared. I needed another pep talk from Claire. I ignored Rob’s text for a moment and sent one of my own to Claire. Coffee today?
I can do 4:30, she replied within minutes. How about Raymond’s?
See you there , I said. I could go for a latte, and Raymond’s was our favorite shop. I have updates on Rob—get ready.
Can’t wait.
I spent the morning down at the studio to get in an extra round of rehearsals. Paul had given us the day off, but I needed to focus on something other than that text from Rob. I pushed the door to the auditorium open, expecting to have the place to myself. To my surprise, the design team was there. They seemed to be putting the finishing touches on the set pieces. I thought they’d finished earlier in the week, but I guess they still had a few spots to tidy.
Fuck , I thought when the realization that Joe would be there hit me. In my desperate attempts to ignore Rob, I had also managed to forget about Joe—namely, that I never texted him back.
Well, I thought to myself, trying to justify my actions, if he was interested, he should have texted me again. I know Rob would have.
I couldn’t shake the guilt, though. Joe was just polite. He probably didn’t want to bother me.
I managed to spend the morning rehearsing in a private back room without any interruptions from the design team. It occurred to me that Joe might not even be there that day—but sure enough, he walked
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