If she'd been able to shout it from the rooftops, she would've. She couldn't get Nate off her mind if she tried, and she hadn't been this smitten in a long time. She thought back to her blissful weekend with her new hunky gentleman, and felt like she needed a big pinch. Was this real life? She'd blushed remembering the things he said to her on Thursday night. And on Friday night. She'd blushed even redder remembering the things they did on Thursday night. And on Friday night.
But she smiled remembering how good it felt to care about somebody that way again.
This weekend, she'd felt like Nate was finally hers. She could sense a million oggling eyes as he moved on the dance floor, and she shied away, insecure with a man for the very first time in her life. Sweetly, he'd grabbed her hand, and planted a smooth kiss on her cheek in front of the crowd. It might have been a combination of the wine and the butterflies in her stomach, but suddenly she felt overcome with a metal lust that could not have been broken by anything.
She loved everything about him: His charisma, his passion, his athleticism, his drive, his spontaneity. She'd have gotten caught up in thoughts of him the entire evening, if it wasn't for Tom's phone call.
"We need to talk," Tom breathed heavily into the phone. She could feel her heart now thumping out of her chest and anxiously twirled a strand of long blonde hair around her finger.
"What's wrong, Tom?" she begged. She immediately hoped that Jake was alright.
excuse me! you did not finish what happens with this phone call missy!
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