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Amy smoothed her blond hair with one hand in a valiant effort to tame her waves. The day was abnormally humid, the warmth in the air clinging to her bare skin like dew. She drove her Mustang convertible with the top down as she wound through the never-ending roads. She hadn’t realized Nick’s place in the “country” was so far out of the city– she had been in the car for almost two hours, driving well over the speed limit. Thankfully she had her trusty music, blaring a-propos tunes like Highway to Hell by AC/DC, and her wandering imagination, incessantly conjuring up new sexy scenarios to rival the tryst she and Nick had shared a few days ago in the master bathroom at her Welcome Home party.
The wind whipped through her hair, and she sprayed some windshield wiper fluid as gnats kamikaze-d themselves onto the glass. She would have wanted to go on this trek with Nick, but he had immediately disappeared after the party to his haven for a few days, sequestering himself as though he deserved to be punished for having sex with his best friend’s sister. Amy laughed out loud. She hadn’t really given Nick much of a choice. Their chemistry was too powerful. He had tried to convince her not to come see him this weekend, that it would be better if they stayed away from each other. But Amy found the address in Chris’s things, googled a map and set out on a mission to pursue another intoxicating and wild experience with Nick.
The thought of his mouth on her neck, trailing down to her breasts, made Amy shiver. She replayed their feverish intensity, the surprisingly perfect fit of him inside of her. She involuntarily swept a hand over her inner thigh, clenching the steering wheel tightly with the other. Oh yes, she thought, this was more than just lust… and their craving for each other was electric and dangerous.
While in Europe, Amy had thought about Nick constantly, telling her new boarding sisters about him as they swooned. She’d had a crush on him since she was twelve that she knew would go unrequited. She’d imagined what would happen when she was older, mature enough for him. But the longer she spent in Europe, the less Nick crossed her mind, particularly when she had a plethora of sexy male suitors to choose from, of various ages and European backgrounds. None had been quite like her art professor in Paris, Xavier, who had been her first everything, teaching her how to release the tigress within her.
Amy was accustomed to forbidden waters, not just dipping her toes into the brine, but diving into the waves like she could control the tide. But being with Nick was different, and this time she wanted to unveil his darker side and unleash the mysteries that lay in his psyche. She felt like she had opened her entire self to him, beyond the physical and tangible. The enormity of this unprecedented connection had left Amy a bit shell-shocked after the party. She hoped to find some answers from Nick this time when she encountered him in his own comfort zone.
Finally, Amy noticed the fork in the road to no-man’s land, veering left. There were so many trees lining the one-lane road she could barely distinguish which place was Nick’s. Then she saw it– a massive, isolated log cabin a little ways up the mountain, at the end of a long winding road. She knew instinctively it was Nick’s place and felt compelled to move in that direction.
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