TGIF!!! Modeling Me- The Summer of David Gandy- Chapter 7

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S & M


Chapter 7

In knowing him


Dear Mom and Dad,

Regrettably I must inform you that in a loss of control on my part, I have killed Spring. But if I may have a chance to defend my case, I would like to assure you there were extenuating circumstances, like the fact that she is driving me to the brink of insanity with her never ending questions and more than inappropriate comments about David and my sex life or lack thereof as she so eloquently put it.

Well, that was a nice mental image, while it lasted. Funny how the brain conjures up the funniest things at the moments when you most need it.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, asking the powers that be for the patience I was clearly lacking.

“Are you listening to me?”

I clasped my hands together and pursed my lips tightly.

“Really trying not to, Spring.”

I got up and went to the fridge, not really because I was hungry or thirsty but just for something to do that would keep my mind from thoughts about killing my only sister.

“You know, I’m practically living vicariously through you! You could at least throw me a bone and stop being such a pest about it.”

I had to laugh at her remark.

I emerged from the fridge with a bottle of passion fruit juice.

“I’m being the pest?… Seriously… Because I’m this close-”

I gestured with my index and thumb bringing them close together.

“-to killing you woman! And why are you so interested in my sex life? That’s creepy, you didn’t care this much when I was with Derek, the only person I have actually had sex with!”

Spring made a face of repulsion.

“First of all, let me just say- Eww… and Gross!!! Don’t put that kind of image in my head, cause I think I just threw up in my mouth. Besides, I never liked Derek. He is a pompous ass that uses more mousse than a fifteen year old cheerleader.”

She positioned her hands over her narrow hips in a defiant stance and glared at me.

I stood my ground and held her gaze as I shook the bottle of juice in my hand.

Her frowny face was slowly turning up at the corners and I felt my lips mirroring hers, a few seconds later we both broke into fits of laughter.

I had to wipe the corner of my eyes for moisture.

Spring was practically doubled over on the couch.

I went over to her and ruffled her hair, which I knew she hated.

“You know something little sis? You have issues.”

She smacked my hand away and I chuckled.

She sighed and leaned her head against the back of the couch.

“How is it that I get stuck with a sister that won’t share anything with me?”

I rolled my eyes and plopped down next to her, feeling exhaustion taking over every inch of my body.  It had been a long day.

“Don’t worry, the day I have sex with David I’ll give you every little detail.”

I said in my most sarcastic tone.

She shot daggers at me and I laughed.

“Keep fooling yourself into thinking it won’t happen. That man is impossible to resist. He is like Michelangelo’s David for crying out loud! And he’s got the hots for you!”

Her eyes did a swoony thing, where her lashes fluttered making her look like a demented bat.

I ignored her but I knew she had a point. Resisting David had proven to be nearly impossible, I couldn’t argue that. I had been at the receiving end of his spell too many times but I also knew it was a line I wouldn’t cross no matter how tempting the other side was.

I took a sip of the sweet drink.

“David and I are friends Spring. Why is that so hard for you to believe anyways?”

“I’ll tell you why, oh naive one!”

She turned her body to face me and crossed her legs.

“For starters, a man and a woman can never be just friends. Inevitably one will become attracted to the other.”

“You have a million guy friends, Spring. That’s a little hypocritical, don’t you think?”

“Yeah and I have slept with most of them. And the ones that haven’t slept with me, I know want to. So no, it’s not hypocritical, it’s just a fact.”

“My sister, ladies and gentleman.” I practically grunted.

She rolled her eyes.

“I have no quarrels with sex, it’s a great form of stress release. You should try it every once in a while.” She nudged me with her elbow.

“We’re not the same, Spring.” I exhaled.

“The point is that there is nothing wrong with having some fun. You’re twenty three years old and you’ve slept with one guy.”

She raised a finger for emphasis.

“And you’re twenty.”

“Yeah and trust me, I’ve had a LOT of fun.”

“Maybe a little too much.”

She ignored that and continued on her attempt at a messed up lecture.

“And you have this dreamy, sexy, hot as lava, man candy that waltzed into your life and doesn’t only wants to sleep with you, but is actually willing to do the work first. Cause trust me, Shakespeare town? You have got to be kidding me!”

“What? He did that on his own! I never asked him to take me and besides I think he enjoyed it.”

I finished sounding slightly lame even to myself.

Spring gave me a dubious look.

“Need I say more? The guy picks you up at the crack of dawn, takes you to the most romantic town in history and I bet my cute little butt that he has even tried to kiss you and you are in denial! Let me enlighten you, men don’t do stuff like that unless they are interested in more than friendship.”

“Well that’s where you’re wrong, he… he hasn’t tried anything.”

That wasn’t entirely true, he had tried to kiss me. I thought, but I wasn’t about to kindle her fire with that piece of information.

“You’re a rotten liar!”

“And he’s just  taking some time off and doesn’t know what else to do. That’s the extent of his interest in me, he’s bored.”

God! That had sounded cruel, even to me. Because deep inside I didn’t want to believe that was it and David had been nothing but nice to me.

“You are so full of it!” Spring continued her accusations.

“Oh and by the way, why in the hell did you let him into my room? I was practically naked Spring!”

I accused her sharply.

She started laughing and images of killing her popped into my head again.

“It’s not funny! He scared the heck out of me! I jumped so high I practically touched the ceiling.”

That only made her laugh harder, she was clutching a pillow to her stomach.

“Oh my God! I would have paid big bucks to see your face. Remind me to install cameras in your room because I highly doubt that’s the last time he’ll do that.”

I took the pillow from her and threw it at her face.

“You’re incorrigible.”

“You already knew that, besides I was hoping he would ravish you.”

I shook my head in disapproval.

“I think you’ve seen too many porn movies.”

“And I think the day he fucks your brains out, you’re gonna be a brand new woman.”

My eyes widened in horror.

“Just have a little fun in life. It’s summer! You’re in London with the hottest guy alive. Enjoy it! There is no crime in that. All you ever do is study.”

“I’m having fun!” I protested.

“I mean wild, monkey sex fun. That man will rock your world.”

She said winking.

Oh gee!

“Night sis. I’ll leave you with that nice image to dream over. I have to get up early for class.”

She planted a chaste kiss on my cheek and moved around the couch to the hallway.

“By the way I also gave him your phone number. Just an FYI.”

Then she turned and disappeared giggling.

I brought my feet up, bent my knees and wrapped my arms around my legs, feeling a bit flustered.

I was going to look at this from a logical standpoint. I was a logical kind of girl, facts made sense to me.

Fact 1: David and I lived in different worlds.

Fact 2: I was only here for the summer.

Fact 3: We were both extremely busy people with little time for anything else.

Fact 4: We both seemed to enjoy each other’s company.

Fact 5: I was dangerously attracted to him.

Fact 6: David was a flirt and he could have any woman he wanted.

Fact 7: His interest in me would eventually fade.

Fact 8: My heart would end up broken.

I sighed, feeling nowhere near satisfied.

I could probably go on and on. The bottom line was that anything other than friendship with David was dangerous. And yes, I was having fun and I was enjoying my time in London thanks to him. And yeah, a little flirting here and there was harmless, but anything else was out of the question.  I hadn’t been attracted to someone this much probably ever… And that fact alone was enough to let me know that I would fall for him deeper than I had ever fallen for anyone. And when summer came to an end and he found a new source of entertainment, I would be left alone to pick up the pieces of my shattered heart. I didn’t know if I had been in love with Derek but I had trusted him and it had hurt when it ended. With David it would be obliterating, and that, I sure as hell was not ready for.



The next few days went by in a blurr. David kept good on his promise and was bright and early knocking on my door with coffee. Sometimes Spring was still there and she would go all goo goo- ga ga over him, making me turn into a tomato. He never seemed to get aggravated with it or inpatient about it. My guess was that he was used to women going crazy over him, it was just a part of his life.

I made it a point that it was still my turn to interrogate him and he relented. I asked about his parents, they lived in Essex -his home town- about an hour from London. But during the summer they vacationed in FLorida where they own a house. He had an older sister-Claire, she lives in Spain with her husband and his best friend had kids whom he talked about as if they were his nephews. He was obviously very close to them. There was an intense devotion in his voice and a proud glint in his eyes. I could see the love he had for those he considered family and it made my heart swell.

David was determined to show me “the whole of London” as he’d put it. We spent entire days from the early hours of the morning, ‘til dusk in each other’s company. I was slowly becoming attuned to everything about him. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed, making him look somehow  more real and attainable. The way his lips quirked up on one side whenever he had something up his sleeve, that half smile would turn my insides into molten lava and cause my breath to stall, and when he licked his lips while he was pondering on something? I can’t even describe how it physically made me feel because it was like getting an urge to help him with the licking. The moments when our eyes would collide and his intense gaze rooted me to the ground and made my heart beat erratically.

Those moments happened more often than not, stealing my breath away and scattering my rational thoughts. I had a feeling he would do it on purpose to get a reaction out of me. I had come to expect it though in no way did it diminish the extent of my reactions. He had become exceptional in pushing forward, it was sort of an unspoken game between us, one that neither one took serious. David was just David, he exuded power over women. It wasn’t about me, I told myself that over and over. A man like him had women going weak at the knees. He just possessed this uncanny ability to flirt and charm without really trying to. It was just all him and I couldn’t begrudge him for it. I accepted it and did my best to keep my head above water and to not let it affect me in any deeper level.

It wasn’t an easy task though. More often than not, he’d catch me watching him. His graceful, masculine movements would have me almost in a trance. The way he crossed his legs when he sat, it was a refined gesture but manly all the same. His strong arms, flexing when he’d grab something, it all caused heat to rise within me. My body had it’s own mind when it came to David. My mind could fight it off but my body wanted to indulge in it, my body was a damn traitor. His eyes always held a glint of mischief of knowing more than he was willing to say, for which I was thankful. It was bad enough that I watched him like a peeping tom. I was becoming more and more comfortable around him. We laughed at the most random things, he had become someone special to me. Someone I could be myself with, without fear of judgement. It was… disconcerting.


We kept up with light conversation In between bites from the ice cream bar David insisted I try because it was and I quote the best chocolate in London.


I asked about the animal shelter, which turns out he is directly involved with them as a sponsor for Battersea Dogs charity. He visits when he’s in town and I had to wonder if he had had a chance to visit, which I doubted since he was always with me.


“I feel like the most selfish person on the planet, we should go there sometime, I really wouldn’t mind.” He smiles tenderly.


“If there is a selfish one here lovely, it’s me, taking up of all of your time.”

“I like spending time with you.” I blurt out without thinking as always.

I instantly lowered my gaze and feel my cheeks redden.

“I’m glad to hear that. I enjoy spending time with you as well.”

I looked up at him and his turquoise eyes held something in them that I couldn’t really put into words, but it made my chest inflate. I gave him a shy smile.


“To answer your question though, if you don’t mind going to Battersea, I would love to take you sometime, I very much enjoy taking the dogs out for a walk, letting them have a little freedom and normalcy.”

I smile, feeling giddy and excited with the prospect.


“Absolutely, I’d loved to.”


Wow! So he did have it, didn’t he? Good looks, a big heart, amazing personality and a philanthropist. This man was just… just perfect.

He gave me a smile that tugged at my heart. Oh boy! It was becoming more and more difficult to keep the lines I had drawn between us from crossing. Especially when he looked at me like this, with so much emotion in those deep eyes of his.


My ice cream bar was reaching it’s end but I’d had enough.

“This is delicious, but I think I’m done.”

I was about to throw out the remainder of the ice cream bar I was eating when David’s hand caught mine and he took the ice cream from me.

“You can’t throw away ice cream! That’s a sin!”

He said seeming outraged but with a smart ass smirk playing on his sensual lips.

Recently I had learned that like me, David had a huge sweet tooth.

Then without another thought, he took a bite out of it. Right where my lips had been no more than a few seconds ago.

His eyes remained trained on me, focused and daring. Could he be thinking what I was thinking right now? My lips, his lips… The soft, wet, sweet goodness. he bit another piece of the chocolate and a tiny piece decided to show off by sticking to his bottom lip, drawing my attention like a bug to a light. I reached towards his lips and before I knew what I was doing, I grabbed the piece from his lip rubbing it between my fingers until it was mush, then absentmindedly I licked it off.

His eyes widened a fraction and I felt my face redden in response. Once my brain processed what I had just done, my eyes bugged out. Oh my god! What had I been thinking? I didn’t do things like this. I didn’t flirt, I didn’t suggest myself onto guys. I knew the limits! At least I thought I did. The lines I had been carefully drawing between me and David were constantly blurring. At this point I frankly just wanted them gone.

“Sorry, you had a piece of chocolate and I’m a bit compulsive… and then…”

I trailed off… I tried for nonchalant, but it was all a lie. A bad lie at that.

David lowered his head towards me, getting right in my face.

“It’s fine. I mean we practically kissed already right?”

His tone was teasing but it still took me by surprise. My eyes widened again and I had to take a step back before I lost my will power and did something stupid. Well stupider than what I had just done… Like crush my lips to his and taste the chocolate in his tongue.

He straightened his posture and laughed tilting his head back. The sensual, deep sound brought me out of the haze I was in.

This was David. When his teasing side came out, I would turn into a mute, flustered fifteen year old with poor abilities to articulate or hide the emotions from my face.

He could rattle me senseless as much as he could soothe me. He was like a twister, a great storm, beautiful to see from afar but deadly when close.

Served me right I guess, I had started it with my traitorous finger pulling a fast one on me.

“That was not a kiss.”

He looked at me and laughed again. I narrowed my eyes at him defiantly.

“What’s so funny?”

“And that wasn’t a comeback. That was about a minute in, you can’t have a come back that long after.”

I glared at him but my lips cracked into a small smile.

“Says who? Where are the rules for this?”

“They are unwritten. It’s common knowledge.” He waved a dismissive hand in the air.

“Well I guess I’m unaware of that “rule”.”

I said making the universal gesture for quotation.

He swallowed the remainder of the ice cream bar and tossed the stick in a nearby trash can.

“And should you be eating all that ice cream? Aren’t you in some special diet or something?”

Deflect, always remember to deflect.

“Why would I be on some kind of special diet?” He said it more like a statement than an actual question.

I clasped my hands and made a thinking face.

“Hmm… I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a model and you have to always look perfect and keep your figure.”

“There is nothing wrong with my figure!”

I took a minute to appreciate the view before I refuted his statement. I took a very long look, up and down. I was allowing myself the luxury of giving him a very detailed examination. Oh! He was so right about that. Yeah, the Gods were definitely showing off when they created him.

His eyes danced with amusement.

“I could do a show and tell if you don’t believe me.”

I lifted my hand to stop him.

“That’s ok, I believe you.”

“You should. You sure stared for a long time. I assume if I’d have had any imperfections, you would have found them.”

He laughed as I turned around to avoid him seeing me turn red all over again.



On wednesday night, after David had dropped me off, I realized there was nothing on the fridge, not even water. Spring was still out but I vaguely remembered seeing a small store a few blocks down.This was obviously a very good neighborhood or Daddy wouldn’t have let Spring live here so I decided to do a little grocery shopping. Thinking of it as part of my European adventure.

It was only eight pm, surely the store would still be open… Hopefully.

I grabbed my bag and keys and headed out the door.  I approached the steel elevator and as it was beginning to close I hastened my pace.

“Could you hold that please?” I called out.

The elevator doors opened again and a very handsome man was smiling charmingly at me.

Good Lord! England was the land of the hotties! I should have definitely visited before turning down Oxford.

“Good evening.” The hottie smiled down at me.

I took a second to take an inventory. Tall, tanned and slightly muscular but still sexy, not gross. His eyes were a weird mix of a very light green, almost grey but not quite. They were like looking into a mirror, so clear. He cleared his throat and I realized I had stared for a tad too long.

“Going down?” He asked and I slightly blushed. Thank God Brits didn’t use that expression the same way we did.

“Yes, please.”

“Do I hear an american accent? Are you new to the building?” He asked, with a very welcoming smile on his full lips.

“Yes, and no.” I replied shyly and realized it had made me sound bitchy. “What I mean is, I’m visiting my sister for the summer.” I recovered with a small smile, which he returned. Revealing the whitest, straightest teeth I had ever seen. Wow, slightly dazzling.

This guy was definitely way too hot. He ran his hand through his light brown, shaggy hair. The gesture reminding me of David. I looked at the friendly stranger again. He was definitely good looking, but he was no David. He was just too pretty, if that was even a thing. David was handsome, and masculine with an air of mystery and elegance that was incomparable.

“Your sister?” He said thinking. “Would that be Spring?” He asked.

“Yes!” I said sounding like he was a dog who had just performed an impressive trick. Could this please end? Why was I so socially handicapped?

“Do you know her?” I asked.

“Not well, she is quite animated. I’ve ran into her a few times and I make it a point to know most of my neighbors.”

“Well, you are right about that. Animated should be her middle name. I’m Summer.” I said extending my hand.

He raised an eyebrow in an amused manner. I knew he was thinking of our names.

“Don’t ask.” I laughed as he shook my hand.

“Wasn’t gonna. Very original names, by the way. I am Hugh. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Summer.”

“Nice to meet you too.” I smiled and extracted my hand as the elevator doors opened again.

As I walked out I heard Hugh step up behind me.

“Where are you off to? If you don’t mind me asking.”

“I’m headed to the store for some groceries.”

“I’ll accompany you.”

“Oh that’s kind, but definitely not necessary.” I replied quickly. It felt wrong to have him walk me, like I was cheating on David. Which was ridiculous because we were just friends.

“What kind of gentleman would I be if I didn’t escort my out of town neighbor to the store?” He didn’t give me a chance to reply. “In any case, I need some things as well. I have to go eventually, and it’s better to go with someone than alone, don’t you think?”

All I could do in response was nod. I didn’t want to decline twice, it seemed rude.

An hour later, Hugh and I were at my apartment door. Him carrying all six bags of groceries and I only my purse. These Brits sure took their chivalry seriously. I opened the door, knocking Spring in the face. She’d probably been spying through the peephole.

“Hey, watch it!” She complained rubbing her nose. I made an apologetic face and  turned to Hugh before he offered to come in, grabbing the bags from his hands.

“Thank you so much for all your help Hugh.”

He smiled his one hundred watt smile at me.

“My pleasure.”

“It was great meeting you.” I proceeded to say, and attempted the same smile. After all, he had helped me find the store and carried my groceries for two blocks.

I was about to turn away.

“Summer, I was thinking… Since you’re visiting, I would love to take you out sometime. Maybe dinner, I could show you around.”

I stared at him feeling perplexed with his sudden suggestion.


I cleared my throat.

“That sounds nice, but I wouldn’t want to impose and I’ve already been to lots of places.Thank you though.”

This conversation felt extremely awkward. Hugh didn’t seem affected by the rejection which was good.

“Was dinner too sudden? Should I have lead with coffee first?” He suggested in a joking manner his clear eyes playful. He was definitely flirting with me.

It was at moments like this, which didn’t happened very often I might add, that I wished I was more witty or creative like Spring. I wanted to be able to come up with a quirky retort, be able to refuse him in a charming manner.

“No… No, it’s not that, um…”

I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, feeling flustered. See what I mean? No Charm, no wittiness, just straight up Earth please open up and swallow me alive awkwardness. It was so unattractive, I still didn’t understand why he was still standing there. No wonder my sex life sucked.

His confident smile remained in place as he waited for my answer.

“It’s just not… See, I have plans almost everyday.” Great answer, even I didn’t believe it.

“Is there a boyfriend perhaps I should be made aware of?”

Wow, this guys sure was forward! I felt the blood rush to my cheeks. A small part of my mind wished I could say yes, that I did have a boyfriend. A tall, dark, blue eyed, panty dropping hot boyfriend, but that wasn’t the case. I exhaled, why did he always have to be on my mind?

“No, I don’t have a boyfriend, I just… don’t think is a good idea.” I hated being cruel, but I had no better answers for him. It was best to be honest.

His eyes studied my face and then he blinked. His confidence didn’t seem to have wavered in the slightest. And why should it have, he was an extremely appealing guy.

“I tell you what, I’ll run into you a few more times, that way we can become friends and I wouldn’t sound like a total psycho for asking you out.”

A short laugh escaped my lips. Yeah my mission in life to become friends with all the hot guys in London. Yayyy for me.

“You have a beautiful smile. I hope to see you around soon. Have a good night Summer, say hello to your sister for me.”

Then he turned down the hall and back to his apartment, I presumed.

I pushed open the door again and hit Spring once again in the nose.

“Ouch, watch how you swing the door!”

I rolled my eyes.

“Serves you right for spying on me like a total freak.”

“I thought you were with David.”

She said as she closed the door and scrunched her nose in a very unappealing manner.

I set the bags on the kitchen counter, and pressed my back against the ceramic edge.

“I was, earlier.”

She looked at me and raised her eyebrows.

“Wow sis! Two men in one night? I’m so proud of you, it’s like you’ve finally become the sister I’ve always wanted to have.”

I shook my head.

“You’re giving me a run for my money.” She added.

I started taking things out of the bags putting them in the designated areas.

“I seriously doubt that and I happened to run into Hugh in the elevator, he just offered to go to the store with me.”

Spring rummaged through the bags finding the strawberry wafers and digging into them, it was our favorite childhood snack.

“Oh I think he offered more than that.” She said biting into a wafer.

“Don’t be gross.” I made a sour face.

“I’m not, I’m just saying that because he asked you out. Why did you say no?”

I continued to put items in the refrigerator. A few cartons of juice, eggs, cold cuts.

“Why would I go out with him? He is a total stranger.”

I pointed out.

“For starters that’s how you get to know people. Besides, Hugh is hot! Don’t get me wrong, he is nowhere near the level of David hot. I mean, David practically has his own climate, but hot enough to get you to scream his name during orgasm.”

I pinched the bridge of my nose. Something I had picked up growing up with Spring. It was my “Lord, grant me patience” gesture.

“So why don’t you date him? He sounds perfect for you.”

“I would, except for the fact that he asked you out. I mean unless you’re holding out for someone else?”

She said suggestively.

“You did say that David hasn’t really made a move, right? So, what’s stopping you from dating other hot Brits?”

What was stopping me? David hadn’t made a move per say. Although he had almost kissed me that one night at Stratford-upon-Avon and we had flirted back and forth a bit but that was all conjecture.

“It would just feel wrong Spring. David and I are friends but we spend everyday together. I’m not just gonna push him away, it would be karmatically wrong.”

“Karmatically? Really?” She said chewing loudly while raising an eyebrow. “By the way, that reason sounds like bullshit.”

I grabbed the empty grocery bags and scrunched them into a ball then put them in the garbage. She didn’t have a recycle bin.

“Well it’s not. I just don’t think it’s ok to go out with multiple guys at once.”

Spring threw her hands in the air in an exasperated manner.

“Jesus woman! If you’re not gonna have any fun with David Gandy, then have some fun with Hugh. It’s not like you’re cheating on anybody.”

“I hate it when you call him David Gandy. It’s just David, Spring! You’ve met him in person more than once so no need for last names every time you’re referring to him.”

“Fine David it is, Miss touchy much.” She mumbled the last few words.

“Can we drop this?” I asked exhaling.

I dug into the strawberry wafers, grabbing four and closing the package. Spring made a move to snatch them back but I was quicker.

“Hey! I wasn’t finished with that.” She protested.

“I didn’t buy this for you to finish it off in one night.” I replied as she crossed her arms and stuck her tongue out at me.

“So how’s school going?” I countered.

She shrugged, clearly annoyed.

“School is school. Nothing exciting to report, mom.”

I chuckled, she always called me mom when she was upset or I reprimanded her or lectured her for something.

“By the way, don’t think I haven’t noticed those mysterious phone calls of yours and the evasive maneuvers.” I said pointing an accusing finger at her. “Let me know when you’re ready to talk.” I finished.

Her eyes opened with surprise but she quickly covered it with a shrug.

“We’ll see.” Was her reply.

I smiled, what was this girl up to?

After a hopeless attempt to watch a movie and feeling exhausted we both decided to go to bed.

“Listen before I forget, we’re going to the club on friday. It’s high end so dress hot.”

I wasn’t into the club scene but Spring loved it and I did want to spend some time with her.

I smiled and nodded.

“Ok, who’s all going?”

She yawned, showing me all her teeth and molars.

“Just a bunch of us from school, it’ll be fun.”

She said smiling at me, I could never say no to Spring.

“Ok, sounds like fun.”

Before she disappeared behind her door, she turned around and addressed me again.

“Oh you can totally bring David Gandy by the way.”

I gave her a tight smile and we both went inside our respective rooms.

I checked my phone and I had my usual David good night text. I looked forward to those, it would always put a big smile on my face. Everyday since he got my number he would text me in the mornings making me aware he was on his way and at night before he went to bed. My heart squeezed inside my chest.



Before long, it was friday and it felt as if the days had flown by. David had taken me everywhere I could have possibly imagined. I had been to the Tower of London, on a boat ride in the River Thames, Buckingham Palace and countless museums. He had surprised me one day taking me to the London Zoo where I had been able to even pet a tiger just cause I was being escorted by David Gandy. He seemed to have quite a soft spot for animals, it was sweet.

The week had been simply amazing. I had learned a lot more about him too. He went into the modeling business at twenty one straight out of the university after his friends had entered him in some contest. He loved to read and write, substantial books as well as magazines and articles. He was definitely a car enthusiast. Loved to restore old classics and not just cars. It seemed like he had a soft spot for all antiques. He had recently purchased an old victorian house that he planned to renovate. He was a fan of the movie Zoolander, which was odd, considering that it made fun of male models, so I had found that quite endearing. He explained that it was an exaggerated version of the male model industry but quite truthful nonetheless. He liked to eat dried peas which I didn’t get, must have been a British thing. Oh and his favorite color was blue, well more like midnight blue. The only thing I could think about when blue was involved, were his beautiful eyes. That was my favorite blue, a shade between royal and turquoise and sexy, all in one perfectly wrapped package, the David package. Every piece of information just added to his appeal, the puzzle that was David was slowly coming together and I loved every part of it.

This week with David had been incredible. I’d found myself being able to talk about anything with him. He’d become my best friend, which was odd for me to say, because I had never used terms like that. I had always been a sort of loner. Growing up, I had spent more time in my dad’s garage and in the kitchen with Lucia than playing Barbies or having sleep overs and putting on makeup on. Spring was the closest thing to a best friend and my relationship with her had always been more about looking after her than actually enjoying activities together. My mom called me her forty year old child, saying I had always been mature by nature. Lucia would tell me that I simply saw the world in all the spectrums of the color wheel not just in black and white. I didn’t really understand what that meant but she told me it was a good thing that not everyone brought up in a world of luxuries could see anything else outside of that environment and I had been blessed with a keen sensibility to everything around me. I didn’t really get how that pertained to my weird personality though.

I was capable of social interaction, civility and pleasantries, I was quite great at it actually. I even took part in a study group at Harvard but I didn’t create lasting bonds with people, except for Derek and I honestly thought that was in an attempt to be normal. To do what was expected, have a boyfriend, go to parties. But I had never felt like myself. I had never felt like I could show the real me. There was always a side I kept hidden, perhaps it wasn’t fair of me to judge Derek so harshly. After all, he thought I was someone else. Someone that he could easily mold and control. Someone that would follow him around and he could show off to his friends as his pretty accessory, not his equal. I had made myself into a girl that fit his needs, and that really wasn’t fair for either of us. My need to be myself eventually broke through and I claimed my independance.

With David, I didn’t know why, but I could be myself. I felt secure in the knowledge that no matter what I said he wouldn’t judge me. Perhaps we both saw the world in all spectrums of the color wheel. My views and likes complemented his own. Talking felt natural, laughing was easy. He understood me in a way no one had and I knew that no matter what happened between us, at the end of summer I wanted to keep him as a friend. I would miss him terribly and I would crave his company like I never had before for anyone other than family.

David was taking me back to Spring’s apartment after a long and day. My phone chirped and I reached into my bag to find it. Come to think of it, I hadn’t looked at my phone all day.

It was a message from Spring, I instantly felt guilty. I hadn’t touched base with her all day long.

I hope your sexy ass is getting ready, I’m on my way to the club.

Oh my God! I had totally forgotten about the club tonight.

I sighed.

“What is it?” Asked David, turning his gaze towards me.

“I completely forgot that I agreed to meet Spring and her friends for drinks tonight.” I tilted my head back against the seat rest.

He looked at the time in the dashboard.

“I’m sure you still have time. We’re almost at the apartment, just a few more streets.”

“Yeah.” I exhaled.

He chuckled.

“You sound excited.” he mused.

I smiled. “Well, clubbing is not really my thing, but I promised I’d go.” I shrugged.

He remained quiet.

I didn’t want to go but I especially didn’t want to go alone. Spring’s friends were kinda crazy and out of my element.

I turned to face David.

“Would you…” I started to say, feeling shy and unsure on how to ask.

He looked at me expectantly.

What was I doing? It had been a long day, I wanted him with me but I didn’t want him to feel obligated because I was asking. I had already taken up so much of his time. God he wouldn’t even pick up his phone calls when he was with me. I was monopolizing him!

I looked down at my crossed legs and exhaled feeling defeated.

“Never mind.” I couldn’t be selfish.

David’s finger was suddenly under my chin, lifting my face.

“You can ask me anything, lovely Summer.”

I felt his words deep inside of my chest. The sincerity in his face was undoubtful and it made me feel like I really could tell him or ask him for anything. His words would always have a ring of  truth. After all, I had been trained to detect liars.

I shifted in my seat.

“I was wondering if maybe… If maybe you’d like to come with me? You don’t have to.” I quickly added.

“I mean I don’t really know many of Spring’s friends. I don’t know how comfortable you’ll feel there, it might be awkward for you.”

We had just pulled into the building and David turned off the engine. Leaving us in silence when I really just needed him to say something.

“You’re cute when you’re nervous, you know.”

He mused, clearly entertained. And did he just call me cute, like a puppy. felt a pang of longing in my chest. Well, I sure wasn’t sexy like a model.

I bit my bottom lip and avoided his eyes, feeling way too flustered.

“I would love to go with you.” I met his gaze and felt a smile slowly spread along my lips.

I’m getting ready now.

I quickly typed, pressed send and a second later my phone chirped.

I laid out a dress for you on your bed. Hurry up! Would you?

We walked into the quiet apartment and for some reason having David here this late at night alone with me, felt extremely intimate.

I offered for him to take a seat. He graciously sat in the ottoman by the big couch and waited for me to change into appropriate attire. It wasn’t fair how men could get away with wearing the simplest things and still look the part, we females had to try so much harder. I thought of David. He always looked perfect. Today he was wearing dark jeans, that looked almost black and a grey  button down shirt with the sleeves rolled up. I glanced at him before going into my room, he looked perfect indeed.

I entered my room and my eyes went straight to the short lacy dress staring at me from the bed. I put my hands on my hips.

“You have got to be kidding me!” I scuffed.

The dress was sexy, and provocative. Black intricately ornate lace over a skin color under piece with lots of cleavage. I tried to find something else on my closet but I really hadn’t brought a single dress that could pass for cocktail.

My phone chirped again.

tick, tock.

Argh… Fine.

I freshened up in the bathroom and hasten into the tight dress that quickly became a second skin. I looked in the mirror and overall, it wasn’t bad. The hem was a little above the knee and it hugged my curves just right. Emphasizing my waist and hips a little too much, I didn’t even turn around to see what it would do to my butt, afraid I would lose my nerve and cancel this thing altogether. The half inch straps were slightly loose but it wasn’t obvious. Now, the v-cut down my chest was probably my biggest concern. My babies were out on display and I felt a little self conscious about that. Going back to the closet I stepped into my black strappy Jimmy Choos and grabbed a thin cotton sweater to put over the dress. I would take it off later.

I kept my make up light and my hair loose down my back in thick, messy curls.

David was standing by the window. Hands casually resting inside his jeans pockets. He owned that window… Well, he owned the room really. His presence was that imposing. His gaze shifted towards me and something flashed across his eyes. Something almost primal, it made my insides tighten, like a coil. I grabbed the edges of the sweater and pulled on it, making it cover more of my chest.

David walked to me, his intense gaze never deviating from my face.

I swallowed dryly, feeling way too exposed and looking anywhere but at him. I felt fidgety as I tried to maintain a nonchalant demeanor.

“I’m ready.” I said with a shaky voice that was supposed to sound confident.

David stopped inches in front of me, totally invading my bubble and his eyes purposely roamed my body from head to toe.  A wicked smile played along his lips as he took in my flustered face.

“Do you always have to hide how beautiful you are?” I met his eyes, feeling both embarrassed and thrilled by his comment.

“Thank you.” I said shyly, feeling the blood rush to my face.

“I… I just don’t like the spotlight. We can’t all be as confident as you.” I joked, trying to take some heat from me.

He didn’t take the bait though, that same wicked look was on his eyes as he continued to stare at me. His gaze was so intense it felt as if he could see through me, to my very core.

“You don’t have to hide from me, Summer.” His words sounded lazy and sincere and I had to remember to breathe before I pulled another fainting spell.


Where are you? We’ve been here for about ten minutes and I can’t find you anywhere.

David and I had walked into The Ivy and claimed a small booth style table in the back. After scoping out the swanky club looking for Spring, she was nowhere to be seen.

“She is not answering.” I said turning off the screen on the phone.

A waiter approached us immediately. Something to be said about high end bars, it came with prompt service.

“Would you like something to drink?” David asked turning his eyes to me.

I examined the drink menu, which was an electronic device, very modern, with changing screens of the variety of elegant and exotic drinks offered.

“Hmmm… I’m not a big drinker… Any suggestions?”

Actually I would drink maybe once a year if. This trip took my drinking record to new heights, but I didn’t want to be rude or childish by declining.

“What do you typically like?”

I thought about it but there wasn’t really something specific that came to mind. Pina coladas were my saving grace but I wasn’t about to order that. It seemed more appropriate for a Mexican Spring Break vacation and not a London high end night.

“Anything sweet…” I said but it sounded like a question. I set down the electronic menu.

“Surprise me. Something British maybe.” I countered trying to sound animated.

He laughed.

“Ok, something British it is.”

He turned to face the waiter and ordered a scotch on the rocks and something called Pimms which I guessed was my drink.

The waiter tagged down the drinks and went on his way. I had taken off the light sweater and felt the chilly temperature of the place seeping into my skin. I held back a shiver.

“So what’s Pimms?” I asked, pressing my hands under my thighs for warmth.

David seemed relaxed, his large arms were sprawled over the table and he kept his fingers interlaced. The gesture was both elegant and masculine.

“It’s a very traditional, English drink. Lots of fruit flavors. I think you’ll like it.”

I think I would like anything he tells me, or gives me.

About twenty minutes in, I was on my fourth Pimms and I felt light as a feather. The fruitiness was delicious and supple, and it made my body feel all warm and fuzzy. David was right, I had loved this drink.

“So wait a second, he said what to you?” I said in a high pitched voice with a bit too much excitement.

David was telling me about the time he was bitten by a spider and he told his doctor about it. I thought I hadn’t heard him right.

He finished the last of his second scotch, in one smooth motion.

“Yep, he said crawl up a wall and see if you stick.”

I started laughing uncontrollably, clutching my stomach as David joined me. It was a good thing the place was rather busy and the music had gotten louder otherwise our constant laughter would have been a lot more noticed.

“Oh my God.” I had tears in my eyes and my cheeks ached.

“I can’t believe he said that to you. What kind of doctors do you go to?”

“He is a pisser.” He said still smiling.

“Wait a minute.”

I said making a stop sign with my hand.

“You still see him?”

He nodded.

“Luther is just a little unorthodox but he is an amazing doctor. My family has been going to him for years.”

“Are you sure you’re not secretly moonlighting as a spandex wearing superhero? Because I can keep a secret you know?”

He laughed again.

“I draw the line at spandex, love.”

“Maybe you should have drawn the line at diaper.”

He glared at me but there was no seriousness behind the look.

“You know what? I think you might have missed your calling as a comedian.”

I raised my eyebrows at him with a smile tugging at my lips.

“Touche.” I remarked.

“Can I get you another drink?” Asked David as he eyed me finishing the last bit of my sweet concoction.

I nodded.

“You know I don’t think there is any alcohol in these. I can’t feel a thing.”

I said waving my empty glass.

“Trust me, there is plenty of alcohol in those. The sweetness covers it up.”

“Hmm, well this is the most I’ve ever had to drink and I don’t feel anything.”

David stared at me skeptically.

“Haven’t you ever gotten drunk in college or with friends?”

I stopped to think, and realized that I’d never been drunk, drinking wasn’t really my thing.

“Not that I can remember. I’ve never liked the taste of alcohol or what it does to your brain.”

“Maybe you should take it easy then.”

He said with a semi worried expression on his face.

“Why? I told you I don’t feel a thing. I feel great, except that I’m feeling quite hot. Is it just me?”

I looked around, everyone seemed comfortable some people even had jackets on.

He chuckled.

“Oh you’re feeling it alright.” I looked around the place again, to see if I spotted Spring.

“Spring sure is taking long.” I grumbled.

David let out a small sigh.

“I don’t think she’s coming, love.”

I turned to look at him and I must have judged our distance wrong because my forehead smacked against his.


I complained rubbing my head, feeling a sudden wave of dizziness take over my body.

“Are you alright?”

David asked steadying me. His fingers examined my forehead softly and his playful eyes studied my face.

I giggled.

“Yeah, I’m fine… Why do you say that about Spring?”

He kept looking at me, maybe for signs that I had a concussion.

“Well, it’s been over an hour since we got here.”  An hour? That couldn’t be right.

I grabbed my phone.

“That can’t be right. We just got here.”

I opened my messages, there was an unopened one from Spring.

Sorry sis, change of plans, see u @ home, love ya ;-).

Ugh… This was so typical of Spring.

“I guess you’re right, evidently she had a change of plans.” I exhaled, turning my phone his way so he could see the message.

“I’m sorry I made you come out here for nothing.”

“I’m not.” He said eyeing me.

“Would you like some of my drink?” I offered trying to convey my apology.

He waved it off with a smile.

“That’s alright. No need for apologies. I would have accompanied you regardless.”

I felt all warm inside and I suppressed a smile. We stared at each other for a few seconds, before I found something else as a distraction.

“Did I mention that this drink is delicious by the way?” I managed to say while looking away and grabbing my drink.

I heard a distinct chuckle.

“Yes, you have. More than once I might add.”

“So, tell me something.” I asked feeling chatty.

He leaned forward resting his elbows on the table.

“What do you want to know?”

I dipped the garnish fruit into the remaining drink, absorbing some of the juice.

“I don’t know… Tell me something real. Something no one knows… Oh! Like what’s your favorite drink?”

I said excitedly.

The waiter passed by and removed my empty cup and my half eaten fruit. I reached for it but he’d turned the other way already and was walking away with my fruit.

I made a unsatisfied face and retracted my waiting hand.

“You want to know my favorite drink?”

I shrugged.

“Sure, why not.”

He seemed to give it some thought.

“Hmmm… I like Johnny Walker Blue label but honestly I don’t think I have a favorite alcoholic drink. I do have an addiction… Caffeine. I’m fairly certain I’m addicted to coffee, I drink about two cups a day and I tend to get headaches if I don’t.”

He said laughing and I joined him but soon I leaned forward and scowled.

“I thought you British liked your tea.” He lowered his head and laughed again. His laugh was contagious bringing out a smile on me. Oh, I loved his smile. It made him look so real, so normal.

“And you americans have a very cliche observation of us British.”

I bumped his arm playfully with my elbow. “Now listen here you addict, I know a group that can help you with that.”

He shook his head and winked. “I think I got it under control.”

“Thats what all addicts say. It’s the addict’s motto.” I said ignoring what his wink had done to me.

“Not when you do it in moderation. See? That’s why I’m down to two cups a day. It used to be more like five.”

My eyes widened with a mix of shock and amusement.

“Wow! And here I thought I liked coffee a little too much. My nana Lucia used to make the best espresso and I would drink one every morning before school. Talk about getting a jolt of energy, I was like a squirrel on crack.”

We both laughed.

“I’m serious, when you’re a kid a shot of espresso will take you into hyperdrive.”

“Ok, squirrel on crack.” He laughed licking his lips. “I actually go to this Colombian coffee shop close to my home, they make the best espresso americano. Despite the fact I have a very expensive machine at home, I go there almost every morning. I’ve most likely paid for half their mortgage by now.” He mused.

“We should go one of these days. You haven’t tasted coffee until you taste theirs.”

“Colombian huh? Sounds like my kind of coffee.” I approved, smiling at his offer and feeling all giddy at the idea of him planning to do more things together.

“So?” He said leaning back against the leather seat  and resting one of his ankles over his knee. “You used to have a nana?” he asked.

He looked way too sexy. I felt intensely aware of his movements. Every time he moved, I stared. And what was worse was that I didn’t seem to really care about getting caught.

He cleared his throat. I looked back up at his face, instead of his marvelous body.

“Oh!” I chuckled. “Yeah we both did, my sister and I. Our parents have always been busy people. Lucia was the sweetest lady, she was south american and the woman could cook!”

“Did you learn any spanish from her?”

“Some, but she spoke english so I only remember a few words. But she did teach me how to cook. I would spend a lot of time in the kitchen. She was very patient and she’d take the time to explain everything she was doing and answer all my questions. And trust me I was very curious, I was worse than curious George. Questions flew out of my mouth like flies out of a garbage can.”

He laughed.

“I love how you come up with all those american sayings. It’s quite adorable.”

He smiled tentatively and I immediately lowered my gaze and fidgeted with the hem of my dress. I wasn’t sure how I felt about being “adorable”. All I could relate to that word was the image of a baby Panda and nobody wanted to fuck that.

Oh Gosh! Did I really just think that?

“By the way I would love to put your culinary skills to the test.” He added.

Cook for him? There was a thought. Would he let me wear nothing but the apron? Maybe allow me to bring him breakfast in bed, with me as the presentation plate? He could eat off of me and… Wow! My crazy mind was surprising even me.

“Well maybe one day, you’ll have the privilege of tasting one of my delicacies.” I said acting all superior.

His eyes darkened for just a moment and I felt a little exposed again.

“Do you cook, or… I mean, do you like to cook?”

He nodded, clearing his throat. It sounded so hot when he did that. I noticed that at the moment, anything he did was turning me on big time. Perhaps I was a little drunk.

“I do, probably not like you though. I don’t have much time for it but when I do get in the kitchen I can make very good spaghetti and sauce.”

I laughed.

“Anybody can make spaghetti and sauce.” I rebutted.

He lifted his shoulders. “I guess you have a point. I’m gonna have to let you impress me with your cooking skills.”

My eyes drifted to two women a few tables away giggling and talking in each other’s ears and looking at David with batty eyelashes. He hadn’t seemed to noticed though, his eyes were focused on me.

I leaned closer to him.

“See those women over there?” I pointed with my chin in their direction, trying to be discreet. “They are totally checking you out.”

David didn’t bother looking though, which made me feel slightly superior for some reason. Instead he gave me that sexy, half smile, leaning closer and looking at me through those thick, long, black lashes.

“Well you forget I’m stunningly handsome.” He mused.

I held back a smile and crossed my arms. Cocky bastard.

“I think you’re stunningly full of hot air.” I retorted. He laughed tilting his head back, his wide shoulders bounced slightly with his laughter. Drawing my attention back to his body. I squirmed in my chair, feeling all kinds of hot again.

“And I think you’re really trying to convince yourself of that.” He said in that deep, husky flirty tone. Looking intensely at me, my heart did a flip flop and my breath caught.

I shifted in my seat. “Ok Zoolander, no need to gloat. We all know you’re perfect.”

He laughed.

“Did you just call me Zoolander?”

“Seems fitting.” I shrugged and took a sip of my newly delivered drink.

He crossed his muscled arms over his chest and stared me down with amusement. Oh yeah! His arms were definitely muscular through his thin shirt. I could only imagine how they would look without a shirt. How strong they’d be. He would probably be able to lift me up and push me against a wall with one arm while doing very dirty things with the other.

Oh the places my head would go! I envied it’s boldness. Was I now talking to myself in the third person?

“Ok, legally blonde. So that’s your verdict of me? You think I’m perfect?” He mused flirtatiously, dragging me out of yet another sex-related David fantasy. I was having a lot of those tonight.

I huffed a laugh, we had been mutedly flirting all night. It was freeing somehow, to be open and careless for once. I knew it was the alcohol making me braver than normal. But despite the reason, I definitely liked it.

“I think you think you’re perfect. And I’m not  blonde by the way, but nice reference nonetheless.” I countered winking.

He smirked.

“I don’t think I’m perfect. Have you seen this nose?”

He pointed to his face.

“If I were to dress up as a clown I wouldn’t even have to use a fake nose. I’d just paint mine red.”

I gave him a look of derision.

“Don’t use false modesty. I get it, you are perfect. Those women know it, the animals at the Zoo know it, the whole world knows it.” I said making my hands into a wide circle.

“False modesty huh?” He questioned. “What about you?”

I tilted my chin up. “What about me?”

“You’re beautiful and yet you shy away from it.” I felt heat taint my face and I automatically lowered my eyes, feeling flustered.

He’d called me beautiful again and he didn’t say it with an ulterior motive, he just believed it. I could see the conviction in his eyes. I mean, I knew I was pretty, but beautiful? That was definitely not a word I would use to describe myself, but for a tiny second his words made me feel more like tigress than a panda. And fucking a tigress was a very different story…

Oh my Gosh brain! Can you stop it with the “f” word?.

“Well no one should feel entitled to beauty, besides I’m…” What would be the right word here. “Normal.”

I said slightly rolling my eyes away from his.

He kept his hypnotizing baby blues on me. “You’re naturally beautiful, inside and out and you’re humble about it. You don’t flaunt it or exploit it. I have met some of the most beautiful people in the world and trust me, beauty is only skin deep. It will eventually fade.”

Wow! For a man whose job relied on his good looks, he seemed to have very strong opinions about beauty. I wanted to ask him what that was about, because he had acted vague and reluctant about his career more than once but he’d never elaborated on it. And I didn’t want to seem nosy. I knew he liked what he did, it was evident when he spoke about it but there was another side to it that seemed to bother him.

“You’re beautiful in here.” He placed his hand over his chest. “That’s harder to find, believe me. And it’s more permanent”

Oh Lord! This man was going to be the death of me. Especially when he spoke like that and when he looked at me with such fervor. No one had ever looked at me that way before or called me beautiful with such a deep belief of it.

“Don’t get me wrong, I’m not about to say I don’t enjoy the perks of what I do but everything isn’t always just glamour and fancy parties and beautiful people.” I couldn’t concentrate much on what he was saying so I just nodded.

He leaned in closer, his sudden proximity sent my heart into hyperdrive.

“You wanted to know something real, right?” He whispered inches from my ear. His tone was no longer serious, now it was a soft caress against my earlobe.

I simply nodded, suddenly feeling tongue tied.

“I think you look sinfully sexy in that dress and I think you don’t know just how beautiful you truly are.”

His warm breath tickled my skin as he spoke in that deep drawl of his, sending shivers through  key points of my body, and causing my temperature to rise about ten degrees. Sexy and beautiful all in one night? I must have been hallucinating and definitely turned on.


He walked me to the apartment, holding onto my waist as I stumbled along the hallway. For all my big talk and confidence about not being affected by the drink, as soon as I got to my feet I was wobbling like a buoy. David had to hold onto me the whole way out of the club, into his car and now to the apartment. I think perhaps I should have felt embarrassed over this, and maybe tomorrow I would but tonight I was simply enjoying his proximity.

His strong hands held me protectively. He would never allow me to fall and I felt secure in that perhaps a little too much. I knew David would never let anything happen to me. He was a gentleman.

“You really don’t drink much, do you?” He broke the silence.

“Nope.” I said cheerfully. “Thanks for getting me drunk though. I think this may be my first time.”

“I’m terribly sorry. I honestly didn’t think it would affect you this much.”

“Are you sure you didn’t just want to get me drunk to take advantage of me?” I giggled against him.

He chuckled softly.

“I’d much rather you be sober if I were to take advantage of you. Which I wouldn’t, regardless of your state.”

Off course he wouldn’t! I was the adorable Panda.

I knitted my brows at his firm tone. A little annoying voice in my head was telling me that I wished he would take advantage. What kind of freak did I have living in my head?

“Sooo serious! I was only joking.” I said imitating his severe tone and making a face. He let out a small laugh.

“Besides it’s not that bad. I’m sure after I throw up my brains and the contents of my stomach, I’ll be able to laugh about it later.”

“I see your sense of humor is unaffected by the booze.”

Oh yeah I was beginning to forget I was his funny friend. Woo-hoo! Yay for Summer!

“It is a known fact that booze doesn’t turn you into someone you are not, it only rids you of inhibitions and adds to your current personality traits.”

He chuckled.

“I also see that it turns you into an Oxford dictionary, spitting out facts.”

I exhaled feeling limp and warm against his body. “Do you mean the Webster dictionary?”

“I prefer to read the Oxford dictionary, is much more in-depth.”

I rolled my eyes. “How British of you.” I said sarcastically as he snickered.

I sighed, feeling light as air and happy to be at his side.

“I’m glad it was with you.”

I slurred and then laughed at the sound of my own voice. Saying that should embarrass me but I couldn’t muster the energy or the will to care right now.

“What are you glad for?” He asked, seeming confused. I thought we were having the same conversation.

“My first time. With you.”

His eyes observed me. The blue was so intense I couldn’t look away. I just wanted to touch it, but touching eyes didn’t sound exactly possible.

“Why is that?” His gaze still held me. So pretty. Had he asked something? Oh yeah.

“Because they are so beautiful.” My hand reached toward his face and I let my fingers roam the area surrounding his eyes since I was fairly certain that touching his eyeballs would probably hurt him.

My fingers caressed his golden skin, softly and I felt his breathing accelerate, but he held still. He closed his eyes breathing deeply. I didn’t want them closed, but the action allowed me to examine the rest his beautiful features. He really was perfect, his chiseled jaw seemed to have been cut by the sharpest of diamonds. It was so very sexy I wanted to trace my fingers along and see if it would cut me. His thick eyebrows called my attention next. There was an imperfection there, more prominent in the left one, it looked like a scar, the hair wasn’t fully growing on it. His flaws made him more real.

“Summer.” He said my name low. His tone husky and with a note of warning I didn’t really understand. I didn’t think I was hurting him but he seemed to almost be in pain. Was this scar still fresh?

“What happened here?” My eyes furrowed as my finger traced along the brow, slightly. I felt his breath coming in and out, almost harshly.

His hand reached for mine and he held onto it bringing my fingers to his mouth and placing a feather kiss on the tips. The touch of his lips sent a fiery trail to the rest of my body, making my own breathing unbalance and heavy.

“The casualties of being a boy and playing sports.” He said with a smirk on his perfectly sculpted lips. He hadn’t really answered the question.

David lowered my hand and secured his own around my waist again supporting my entire weight on him. I felt slightly dizzy and now breathless as well.

“I’m surprised they let you be a model with that scar.” His smirk grew wider, almost a full smile. My heart was flip flopping all over the place.

“There isn’t a guide on how to look like a model 101.”

I giggled at his joke, it sounded off though. That sound coming out of my mouth, I realized I didn’t giggle very often.

“Well, I think it makes you beautiful.” I finished staring up at his face. Searching his features for more imperfections that actually made him more appealing. How was that even possible?

He laughed.

“Come on, when you start calling me beautiful I have to worry that you must be more drunk than I thought. You need to rest.”

I pouted. “I don’t want to rest. I feel all jittery, like ants are crawling all over my skin.”

I lifted my arms as I spoke just to make sure I didn’t see any ants. Nope.

He chuckled.

“Trust me, you’ll be out like a light.”

I giggled again. Giggle was a funny word. I was giggling a lot tonight.

“I don’t think so.” I said in a half singing, half slurring tone.

We were approaching my door and I scrambled through the purse for my keys. I grabbed onto the little steel bars, bringing them into view just to have  them slip from my hands. It was quiet in the hallway so the clink sound of the keys hitting the floor created an echo that pierced my ears.

I chuckled.

“Whoops!” Automatically my torso leaned over to grab them but my balance wasn’t great. I stumbled and was about to kiss the floor. Oh the irony! I would have preferred to kiss David.

Strong hands encircled my waist as David struggled to keep me from the hideous fall. My dead weight wasn’t helping though. We both stumbled but he managed to keep us upright, my back hit the door of the apartment and David’s body came flush with mine.

What was it with this door and sexually driven encounters? It was like a beacon for it. One of his hands flashed forward to catch himself smacking against the promiscuous door, next to my head. I felt the heat of his body penetrate my skin.

Suddenly the mood shifted and things weren’t so funny anymore. Two blue orbs gazed at me with too much intensity. I felt his body against mine, his hard chest against my soft one. His  breathing was uneven, then again maybe I could have been imagining that. My mind wasn’t entirely sharp and I was starting to feel loopy.

Was I also imagining the way his eyes moved lower to my lips?

No, he was definitely staring. I felt his body move closer, pinning my body deliciously against the wood door. His eyes darkened and his breath caressed my face, I was swimming in the sweet sensation and if he wasn’t holding me against the door I probably would have collapsed on the floor. I wanted him to kiss me. I’d been wanting him to kiss me for far too long, and this time I wasn’t going to do a thing to stop it. Not when he was looking at me as if I were a piece of chocolate that he wanted to take a bite out of. Not when the need in his eyes was as deep as my own need for him, not when he’d called me beautiful and certainly not when he licked his lips in that sensual way he did.

He inched closer, his firm body pressing against me elicited a tiny gasp to escape my throat. everything. I felt my lips parted in anticipation, I closed my eyes and waited. I waited for a kiss that never came. I opened my eyes to find his examining every inch of my now flustered face. He seemed slightly torn. There was that hazy sheen over his blue eyes but there was also reservation. We stared at each other intensely, our mouths inches apart, both of us breathing way too heavily.

He exhaled deeply, downcasting his eyes. Wn he looked at me again, he seemed composed, his eyes still held some of that lazy heaviness but otherwise, he seemed unaffected.

“Let me get the door.” He said softly, bending over and picking up the keys by my feet.

I remained stoik, unable to move. I still couldn’t breathe evenly and now the sting of rejection was washing over me like a bucket of icy water.

My head felt fuzzy as the adrenaline that had been spiking through my body minutes ago was slowly ebbing away. Leaving me dizzy and undesired. David still held me securely to his side. The feel of his large hand wrapped around my small waist felt scalding against my skin. I was too aware of the feel of him. Too close to his body and feeling way too rejected. As the door opened I wiggled myself free, I needed room to breathe.

David seemed to deliberate but he didn’t put resistance.

“You don’t suppose your sister is here yet?”

He asked in a cool tone, taking in the dark apartment.

I sighed.

“No, my sister doesn’t believe in saving the planet. As soon as she walks in, she turns on every light.”

I walked in the darkness to the couch, feeling my head spinning and way too exhausted to stay upright.

I stumbled on the rug in front of the couch and nearly ate leather, but David was right there holding my arm and keeping me upright. Again.

I didn’t want to look at him, I didn’t want to think anymore. His rejection had stung, and I didn’t want to act like an irrational teenager.

David carefully maneuvered me into the couch and I let my head fall back. I felt his large body situate himself beside me.

“Would you like me to turn on the lights?”

I shook my head, then realized he probably couldn’t see me.

“No, I don’t mind the darkness.” If I’d had been honest, darkness scared me. It brought up a scary point in time in mine and Spring’s childhood. But truth be told I just didn’t want to look at him, because I would surely get lost in him. And since I seemed to not care very much about what I did, it was best to avoid it.

“Ok, I’ll stay with you until your sister comes.” He was always so caring, such a gentleman.

“You don’t have to. It’s late and I’m sure you would like to get some rest.”

“Don’t worry, I’m used to a few hours of sleep and I’m not leaving you here alone.”

His tone was firm, no room to argue. It made my insides roll.

“It’s really not a big deal, I do live alone David.”

I tried to argue anyways, couldn’t help it. Besides, I didn’t like being treated like a child. I was an adult. I didn’t need to be taken care of.

He chuckled.

“That may be the case, but I’m responsible for your current state and I don’t feel comfortable leaving you alone.”

I was about to protest again but he interrupted me.

“Unless you want me to leave… that is.”

What I really wanted, was to know why the Hell he hadn’t kissed me. My heart ached every time I thought about it and I wanted him to leave but the need to feel him close won over.

“No, I don’t.” I said in a small voice. I felt him smile, I didn’t know how because it was dark but I knew he was smiling.

“Then I wont.” His tone was like a soft caress directed at my soul.

Now I was the one with a big smile on my face. My head bobbed slightly, trying to find comfort.

“Okay.” I said practically in a whisper. Then I let my head find purchase on his shoulder. I just didn’t have the will or inclination to move away. His body felt warm and strong beneath mine and I felt safe.

David placed his arm protectively around my shoulder and he tugged me closer to him, encasing me in his warmth.

I smiled, feeling protected and alight. I tucked my legs in and cocooned myself at his side.

“You feel so warm.” I said inhaling his scent, it was mouth watering, sinful and all him. I wanted to drown in it.

I felt his suddenly erratic breathing on my hair and his taut chest inflate and deflate in fast bursts. His heart was beating fast and it was like a lullaby in my ear, soothing me into oblivion.

I felt his fingers caress my hair softly, then he inhaled deeply.

“Sleep, lovely Summer.” He whispered into my hair and sighed.

I snuggled closer.

“What am I going to do with you?” His tone was soft and unsure, as if he was talking to himself.

I wanted to ask what he meant, but I was too far gone. Sleep had won over and I felt way too content in his arms. Within seconds, my mind shut off.


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