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“That’s the plan.”

It’s awkward and a bit stilted, mostly because I have a hard time not staring at how the muscles in his arms and chest flex with his every movement. I clutch my sketchbook to my chest.

“Let me sketch you,” I blurt out. I feel my cheeks flush in mortification. I can’t believe I just said that.

He laughs, his cheeks a little flushed. “You want to draw me looking gross after a workout?” I stare at him blankly, and he shrugs. “Yeah, okay. I don’t have anything else going on today.” He sits down in the grass and leans his back against a tree. He moves to pull his shirt back on, but I reach out a hand to stop him.

“Keep the shirt off and your mouth shut,” I say, which he finds endlessly amusing. He throws his head back with a deep rumbling laugh. I roll my eyes and sink down on the grass across from him, opening my sketchbook and pulling my 2B pencil from behind my ear.

I start by sketching the lines of his body. He’s got a sharp jaw and a graceful neck that leads into his muscular arms and torso, followed by slim hips and long legs. His hands are large but elegant – the kind you’d expect to see on a musician. But what really draws me in are his eyes. They’re sharp and intelligent, with a deep gleam of amusement, but at the same time, there is something almost soft there.

After nearly an hour, I shut my sketchbook and look up at him.

“Finished,” I say and grin.

“Do I get to see?”

“Absolutely not,” I reply and shove my supplies back into the paper bag that Sharon had placed them in.

“Did you really draw anything, or did you just want an excuse to stare at me, half-naked?” he teases.

“Any hot-blooded woman would want that view around a little longer,” I retort and laugh when he flushes a bit.

“Come on,” he continues, pulling on his shirt. “I will walk you home.”

We continue a friendly banter as we walk Abby’s place… My place now, too, I suppose. We walk up to the front door, and I pause.

“Thanks for walking me home… And letting me draw your hot bod.” I wink, and he chuckles. I go to turn toward the door, but he stops me with a hand on my shoulder.

“Come grab a drink with me tomorrow.” He throws a winning smile my way, and I feel my knees weaken a bit. I hesitate. After all of the bad blood between us, I’m not sure that is the best idea. But I actually had fun today… And he didn’t nag me at all. Maybe he’s not so bad after all.

“Okay,” I say. “It’s a date.”

4

Adam

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fter I get home from walking Riley to her sister’s house, I immediately hop into the shower. I’m sticky with sweat from my morning run, and I’ve also had a near painful hard-on since I watched Riley walk into Abby’s house. Those tight jeans hugged her curves, and the flash of her tattoos when she rolls her sleeves, it does things to me.

I tug my clothes off after I turn the shower on and then step under the spray. The water is just barely tolerable. I like my showers as hot as I can stand them. The heat drives away the chill from the fall weather and causes goosebumps to break out across my body. I groan, letting the pounding water loosen my tight, overworked muscles before trailing my hand down my stomach and taking my cock in hand. It is heavy and pulsing. I tease the head for a minute before tightening my grip and moving down with a firm stroke.

I tilt my head back and close my eyes. Riley’s image forces its way into my mind. Her curvy body and mischievous smile send a wave of lust that careens through my body down to my toes. I speed up my strokes until my hand is all but flying over my aching cock. I feel my belly tighten further as thoughts of what Riley might look like under those tight jeans flash through my head until finally, I explode into my hand with Riley’s name on my lips.

I quickly wash my hair and body and rinse off, and then I throw on a pair of sweats and make a quick dinner. I have to head to work at the clinic at 4 am, so I need to get to bed early. I devour my sandwich and make sure to set out my bag and uniform before falling into bed. I’m satisfied and warm, and I fall asleep quickly.

***

The next day, all I can think about at work is my date with Riley. Well, I didn’t exactly call it a date when I asked, but I’m kind of hoping it will become one. All-day, I find myself looking at clocks, my watch, even my phone. Time is moving entirely too slowly for my liking. I’m attentive to my patients, and I’m good at my job, but this distraction does not favor me.

On my break, I robotically eat my chicken salad and daydream about the possible outcomes of tonight. Some strange mix from my shower fantasy and our time together at the park. I shiver as I remember my intense orgasm while fantasizing about Riley. I’ll bet the real thing would drive me absolutely crazy. It’s funny; she’s always distracted me in one way or another ever since we were kids. I guess I shouldn’t be all that surprised that my feelings have gone off in this direction. I quickly finish my lunch and get back to work, hoping the day will pass by more quickly.

A few hours later,finally,time takes pity on me, and I clock out and head home to get ready.

***

I pull up to Abby’s place at 7 o’clock sharp. If nothing else, I am consistently punctual. I get out of the car, and she walks out before I can knock. When she comes out, I feel my gut clench. She’s wearing a slinky black dress that is sleeveless and shows off her tattoos and ample cleavage. Her curves are on full display, and I can’t help the strong pulse of want that I feel. Yeah, this is definitely a date.

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