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¡°Yeah¡¡±
Slowly, I removed myself from her and tossed the condom in the garbage, covering it
with a few napkins. The last thing I wanted was Evelyn finding out I had sex where she
worked.
Samantha still lay on the bar, hair drenched from the rain and her naked body shining
with sweat. All that covered her was the black skirt bunched around her waist. Slowly, she
sat up, adjusting her skirt so it sat properly but made no rush for her shirt. A lopsided grin
was on her face.
¡°Hi,¡± she said, and I laughed.
¡°Hi,¡± I replied, laughing, and moved to one of the fridges under the bar. ¡°Guess we
skipped that part,¡± I said, placing a beer in front of her without asking if she wanted it.
¡°Guess I was excited to see you,¡± she said, and I moved to the other side of the bar to
wrap my arms around her waist, nuzzling my nose into her shoulders. Lingering there, I
breathed in the smell of sex and flowers, wanting to memorialize the moment in my
mind. Her hand rested on my wrist and she leaned back into my chest, sighing. ¡°I¡¯m cold.¡±
I lowered my eyes. ¡°You are.¡±
¡°My shirt¡¯s wet. And cold.¡±
Chuckling, I moved from the embrace and said, ¡°Be right back.¡±
Rushing through the kitchen and pulling down the stairs to my attic, I rushed into my
bedroom. Buddy greeted me at the door with his food bowl, so I opened him a can of food
before grabbing a black sweatshirt and returning to the bar. ¡°Here.¡±
¡°Aww, thank you,¡± she said and put it on, swallowed by the material. She held her
arms out wide, beaming, and said, ¡°Fits perfectly!¡±
Shaking my head, I laughed, ¡°You¡¯re so cute.¡±
She blushed and took a sip of beer, peering around the bar. ¡°It¡¯d be cool to live above a
bar.¡±
¡°Always having beer is nice,¡± I said. ¡°Wanting to take a nap but with fifty drunk people
downstairs isn¡¯t that nice.¡±
¡°Pros and cons.¡± She shrugged. Everything she said made me smile, I felt like a
teenager. Just as I began to thank whatever karma brought her back into my life, I
