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dances. It was all very sloppy and pointless. Hockey had consumed most of my junior year, with away games squelching the opportunity for any serious time with boys. And then? My senior year — while everyone else was pairing up and hooking up, I was a pariah.
The loveliness happening here on my bed was all brand new. I was so inebriated with pleasure that I didn’t hear the door open.
“Well, hellllo ,” Katie’s voice rang out. “That’s what bandannas on the door knob are for.”
When the door clicked shut again, Bridger laid his head on my chest and laughed. “Whoops.”
“That was… embarrassing,” I said. My skin began to feel flushed.
“Nah,” he said. “People have been caught out much worse than that, right?”
“Sure,” I said. But that only made me wonder how many girls he’d been caught with over the years.
And then, as it always did, Bridger’s alarm went off.
He took a moment more with me, sliding up my body, kissing me warmly on the mouth. “I have to go,” he whispered after melting my knees one more time.
“I know,” I whispered back. “Listen to me not complaining.”
“And I do appreciate it,” he said, reaching for his t-shirt where it lay on my floor. He handed me my bra. “Cover yourself, or I may not make it out the door.”
“This is me, resisting the urge to fling it out the window instead…”
I saw him studying my nakedness again, before he threw back his head and sighed. “Damn, girl. That’s potent.”
I laughed. “Why?” It was so hard to believe that I had anything he hadn’t seen before. Besides, even though I was no longer an athlete, I had an athlete’s body. Nobody would mistake me for a Playboy bunny.
He shook his head. “You just do it for me, that’s all. You’re a strong kind of sexy, like you could take on Katie in a fight, and win. But also delicious.”
I hooked my bra and swiveled it around my chest, ready to slip my arms back into the straps. But something in his face made me pause.
He knelt in front of me then, leaning in to kiss each breast once more. And his touch practically melted me into a liquid. I wanted to leap at him again, but he stood up.
When I hugged him goodbye, he said, “thank you, Scarlet.”
“For what?” I whispered. “For being your Tuesday and Thursday girl?”
His eyes bored into mine. “For all seven days. Because I think of you on all of them.” He leaned down to give me one more kiss, then turned to go.
“Take a sandwich,” I called. “We never ate lunch.”
Chuckling, he took one out of the box on his way. He closed the bedroom door behind him, but I heard his voice say “afternoon, ladies” before the outside door opened and shut.
I lay on my bed for a while, replaying the encounter in my mind. Taking off my clothes with a guy wasn’t something that I was very comfortable with on paper. But Bridger made my inhibitions fall away. The warm look in his eyes, and the affection in his touch made everything feel okay.
Still, it was half an hour before I dared walk into the common room. Unfortunately, both Katies were out there, waiting for me. But if I had expected ribbing, I didn’t get any. The expression in their eyes was something entirely different from what I’d expected. It was awe .
“So,” Blond Katie said. “That was Bridger McCaulley, right?”
“Um, yeah?” I hovered near the window seat.
“Interesting choice,” Ponytail Katie said. “He is so hot . I heard he used to be a real player. Both on and off the ice. But then this year he disappeared.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. Why would anyone say he disappeared? I saw him all the time.
“They say he used to be a legendary partier, but he doesn’t go out anymore. I heard a bunch of rumors, but they can’t all be true.” She ticked them off on her fingers. “His dad died, or he got some girl pregnant. Someone said he has a kid …”
“That all sounds pretty farfetched,” I said. “But he does take a
The loveliness happening here on my bed was all brand new. I was so inebriated with pleasure that I didn’t hear the door open.
“Well, hellllo ,” Katie’s voice rang out. “That’s what bandannas on the door knob are for.”
When the door clicked shut again, Bridger laid his head on my chest and laughed. “Whoops.”
“That was… embarrassing,” I said. My skin began to feel flushed.
“Nah,” he said. “People have been caught out much worse than that, right?”
“Sure,” I said. But that only made me wonder how many girls he’d been caught with over the years.
And then, as it always did, Bridger’s alarm went off.
He took a moment more with me, sliding up my body, kissing me warmly on the mouth. “I have to go,” he whispered after melting my knees one more time.
“I know,” I whispered back. “Listen to me not complaining.”
“And I do appreciate it,” he said, reaching for his t-shirt where it lay on my floor. He handed me my bra. “Cover yourself, or I may not make it out the door.”
“This is me, resisting the urge to fling it out the window instead…”
I saw him studying my nakedness again, before he threw back his head and sighed. “Damn, girl. That’s potent.”
I laughed. “Why?” It was so hard to believe that I had anything he hadn’t seen before. Besides, even though I was no longer an athlete, I had an athlete’s body. Nobody would mistake me for a Playboy bunny.
He shook his head. “You just do it for me, that’s all. You’re a strong kind of sexy, like you could take on Katie in a fight, and win. But also delicious.”
I hooked my bra and swiveled it around my chest, ready to slip my arms back into the straps. But something in his face made me pause.
He knelt in front of me then, leaning in to kiss each breast once more. And his touch practically melted me into a liquid. I wanted to leap at him again, but he stood up.
When I hugged him goodbye, he said, “thank you, Scarlet.”
“For what?” I whispered. “For being your Tuesday and Thursday girl?”
His eyes bored into mine. “For all seven days. Because I think of you on all of them.” He leaned down to give me one more kiss, then turned to go.
“Take a sandwich,” I called. “We never ate lunch.”
Chuckling, he took one out of the box on his way. He closed the bedroom door behind him, but I heard his voice say “afternoon, ladies” before the outside door opened and shut.
I lay on my bed for a while, replaying the encounter in my mind. Taking off my clothes with a guy wasn’t something that I was very comfortable with on paper. But Bridger made my inhibitions fall away. The warm look in his eyes, and the affection in his touch made everything feel okay.
Still, it was half an hour before I dared walk into the common room. Unfortunately, both Katies were out there, waiting for me. But if I had expected ribbing, I didn’t get any. The expression in their eyes was something entirely different from what I’d expected. It was awe .
“So,” Blond Katie said. “That was Bridger McCaulley, right?”
“Um, yeah?” I hovered near the window seat.
“Interesting choice,” Ponytail Katie said. “He is so hot . I heard he used to be a real player. Both on and off the ice. But then this year he disappeared.”
“What do you mean?” I asked. Why would anyone say he disappeared? I saw him all the time.
“They say he used to be a legendary partier, but he doesn’t go out anymore. I heard a bunch of rumors, but they can’t all be true.” She ticked them off on her fingers. “His dad died, or he got some girl pregnant. Someone said he has a kid …”
“That all sounds pretty farfetched,” I said. “But he does take a
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