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definitions. It’s what made him a good cop.
But, perhaps, what he felt for the woman sleeping next to him made him a good man.
Chapter 6
She was a changed woman—and it wasn’t due to the hot sex Tippy had had with Brent. It was because she didn’t know what she felt when she was with him. Since sleeping with him, he’d been friendly, but aloof. Like he’d made a concentrated effort to seal off a part of himself from her. And she wished she could do the same when it came to him.
She sighed, lengthening her strides along the pathway at the park. Clouds obscured the sun, and though summer was well on the way, a cool northerly wind sent goosebumps over her skin. She passed by the wooded spot where Brent had forced her behind the oak tree then made her come only yards from a public path. He truly tested all of her rules and regulations of life. And most of all he tested the boundaries of her sheer stubbornness. Yes, she’d always been stubborn, a trait she’d inherited from her father, and her father’s father. They were a ginger headed obstinate lot. She thought it kept her safe and on track in life, but now she wasn’t so sure it’d been her best option. She’d shut herself off from experiences she might have found wonderful. Brent’s firm hand had made her loosen up some of her stickily self-control.
They were supposed to meet tonight for a date, and her stomach was tied in knots. He kept her in a constant state of arousal, even when not nearby, which puzzled, and troubled her. Tippy didn’t like the feeling of being sex-starved, but that’s what she’d become. She craved him, couldn’t get him out of her mind. She plotted, and planned ways of seducing him. Different positions, new things they could try. She’d only just lost her virginity, but she wanted to be an expert in the area of love, because a sad part of herself feared he’d lose interest now that he’d conquered her. Perhaps he’d go elsewhere, needing a new thrill.
On her way back to her car, she stopped, and grabbed a smoothie from the park vender, and then drove home. She really needed to find something to do with her time outside of wall staring, and Brent-induced anxiety pacing.
“Is this what all new relationships feel like?” she asked aloud to her empty car. They hadn’t actually discussed the terms of their relationship. She feared scaring him off by wanting to define exactly what was happening between them. And the fact she feared losing him already added to her trepidation.
Her home was as lonely as ever as she settled in to stare at the TV, a reprieve of the wall. An old 80s movie played, and she did her best to focus on it. The wine bottle called to her from the kitchen, but she resisted the urge to dull her feelings with liquor—it seemed a slippery slope to start climbing. But popcorn wouldn’t hurt, so she went to the kitchen, and stuck a bag inside the microwave.
Her cellphone chirped. She saw a text message from Nick.
Nick: Got the managing job, thanks for the reference!
Her heart broke a little, the retail store he’d applied to was a hot spot, and he’d have a sound, and cozy career path ahead of him, which meant she’d forever lost her manager. Not that she’d made any progress in reopening her bookstore. Brent distracted her from everything save satisfying her hormones and her masochist side. She’d become one of those women who couldn’t think straight when they had their hooks in a man. And she’d so easily fallen into the mantrap, making it even more pathetic.
“Ugh.” She grabbed up her cellphone and typed congratulations back to Nick. The closest thing she’d had to a friend in years, and she knew now they’d drift apart. She really needed to put herself out there, and make some new friends. The local library had all kinds of book clubs, and activities, things she’d surely enjoy with people she had stuff in common with. Butterflies erupted at the idea of actually going out, and
But, perhaps, what he felt for the woman sleeping next to him made him a good man.
Chapter 6
She was a changed woman—and it wasn’t due to the hot sex Tippy had had with Brent. It was because she didn’t know what she felt when she was with him. Since sleeping with him, he’d been friendly, but aloof. Like he’d made a concentrated effort to seal off a part of himself from her. And she wished she could do the same when it came to him.
She sighed, lengthening her strides along the pathway at the park. Clouds obscured the sun, and though summer was well on the way, a cool northerly wind sent goosebumps over her skin. She passed by the wooded spot where Brent had forced her behind the oak tree then made her come only yards from a public path. He truly tested all of her rules and regulations of life. And most of all he tested the boundaries of her sheer stubbornness. Yes, she’d always been stubborn, a trait she’d inherited from her father, and her father’s father. They were a ginger headed obstinate lot. She thought it kept her safe and on track in life, but now she wasn’t so sure it’d been her best option. She’d shut herself off from experiences she might have found wonderful. Brent’s firm hand had made her loosen up some of her stickily self-control.
They were supposed to meet tonight for a date, and her stomach was tied in knots. He kept her in a constant state of arousal, even when not nearby, which puzzled, and troubled her. Tippy didn’t like the feeling of being sex-starved, but that’s what she’d become. She craved him, couldn’t get him out of her mind. She plotted, and planned ways of seducing him. Different positions, new things they could try. She’d only just lost her virginity, but she wanted to be an expert in the area of love, because a sad part of herself feared he’d lose interest now that he’d conquered her. Perhaps he’d go elsewhere, needing a new thrill.
On her way back to her car, she stopped, and grabbed a smoothie from the park vender, and then drove home. She really needed to find something to do with her time outside of wall staring, and Brent-induced anxiety pacing.
“Is this what all new relationships feel like?” she asked aloud to her empty car. They hadn’t actually discussed the terms of their relationship. She feared scaring him off by wanting to define exactly what was happening between them. And the fact she feared losing him already added to her trepidation.
Her home was as lonely as ever as she settled in to stare at the TV, a reprieve of the wall. An old 80s movie played, and she did her best to focus on it. The wine bottle called to her from the kitchen, but she resisted the urge to dull her feelings with liquor—it seemed a slippery slope to start climbing. But popcorn wouldn’t hurt, so she went to the kitchen, and stuck a bag inside the microwave.
Her cellphone chirped. She saw a text message from Nick.
Nick: Got the managing job, thanks for the reference!
Her heart broke a little, the retail store he’d applied to was a hot spot, and he’d have a sound, and cozy career path ahead of him, which meant she’d forever lost her manager. Not that she’d made any progress in reopening her bookstore. Brent distracted her from everything save satisfying her hormones and her masochist side. She’d become one of those women who couldn’t think straight when they had their hooks in a man. And she’d so easily fallen into the mantrap, making it even more pathetic.
“Ugh.” She grabbed up her cellphone and typed congratulations back to Nick. The closest thing she’d had to a friend in years, and she knew now they’d drift apart. She really needed to put herself out there, and make some new friends. The local library had all kinds of book clubs, and activities, things she’d surely enjoy with people she had stuff in common with. Butterflies erupted at the idea of actually going out, and
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