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MICHELLE
It's been a few days since the unfortunate run-in with Nate on my front porch. I've been very careful to make sure that I avoid him at all costs, which I'm finding harder and harder since he works from home.
Charlotte stopped by for coffee once, and I spent most of the conversation trying to figure out if he told her about what happened or not. I don't think he did, or Charlotte is a fantastic actress, showing no sign of knowing what happened.
On Friday night, I’d planned to just stay in and finish my book. I was dying to know the outcome ofMy Buzzing Boyfriend. Does Kiera end up with her high school sweetheart that she reconnects with when she returns home? I hope so, even after she has her own awkward run-in with him after he is the one to get the sex toy from her parent's dog at the anniversary party.
I grab the kettle from off my stovetop and walk it over to the kitchen sink to make some tea. When I turn on the faucet, no water comes out. There's a groaning sound in the pipes a split second before the faucet bursts and water starts flying everywhere.
"What the heck?" I scream, holding my hands out to try and protect myself from the spray, but it does little to stop me from getting soaked.
I take a step towards the sink, trying to reach for the faucet to turn off the water, but it doesn't lessen the spray.
There's a quick knock at my back door, and before I realize what is happening, the door opens, and Nate runs in.
“I heard screaming,” he says, as he takes in the wet scene before him.
He springs to action immediately. Running forward and gently pushing me away from the spray. He opens the cupboard doors under the sink and does something before the water finally stops spraying everywhere.
“Are you okay?” he asks, pushing up to his feet.
He’s completely soaked too. The white cotton fabric of his t-shirt leaves little to the imagination about the muscles beneath. I look down at my shirt and see that it’s not as transparent, but my nipples have perked up thanks to the cold shower I just had.
"I'm fine, but I don't know what happened. One second there was this groaning sound in the pipes—" I start to say and take a step, but my foot slips on the wet tile floor, and I nearly wipe out, but Nate is quick. His hands reach out and grab me before I can fall. "Thank you."
He looks down at me. His gaze moving down to my lips and back up to my eyes. He doesn’t let go of me. “You’re welcome.”
The warmth of his body pressed close to mine keeps me from shivering.
It’s weird, but suddenly seeing him again makes his absence in my life the last few days much more noticeable. I missed him. How can I miss someone I barely know?
“I heard you scream,” he says, his voice thick with emotion. He brushes his fingers across my forehead to push away some damp strands of hair.
"It was only the sink that was attacking me," I chuckle, but he doesn't laugh.
“Why have you been avoiding me?”
The memory of our last meeting hits me like the force of water spraying me just moments ago. I push out of his arms and turn away.
"You know why," I say, feeling my cheeks begin to burn. "It's the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to me."
"If that's the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to you, then you've been lucky so far." He chuckles.
“It’s not funny.”
“Yes, it is. But you are too close to it right now to see the humor. Would it help you if I told you an embarrassing story about me?”
“I doubt it will compare.”
“I don’t remember how old I was, but it was around the time that everything started giving me a boner. I meaneverything. One day, I felt particularly good about myself, and my dick decided to take my ego down a peg or two. I was at my locker, and Stacey McCarthy had the locker next to mine. I'd been crushing on her since second grade. She said hello, and I thought that this was my moment to ask her out. It was also the moment my dick decided to be my wingman and join in.”
I raise my hand to cover my mouth. “No.”
“Yes.” He nods. “Full erect. Take no prisoners. There was no hiding it from Stacey or her friends.”
I snort behind my hand. “I’m sorry, that’s not funny.”
