to her room, she reminded herself that it was wise not to hope for anything from boys like Sam. So many pretty girls wanted his attention and were willing to sleep with him at the drop of a hat. It made it hard to keep his attention for more than a few hours at a time.
Surely, she thought, she would just end up getting her little heartbroken if she started to put any kind of faith into her thoughts of Sam.
He was a nice guy, that much was certain, and maybe even a hero. But he was also a Varsity basketball player in a school where the basketball players walked on water. Those kinds of guys never went for girls like her.
Rachel dropped her books on her bed and headed to the shower. She was glad to step under the warm water as it cascaded down her body. She slowly and gently washed herself off with body wash, imagining that with each bubble and sud that went down the drain, a little bit of her pain and anxiety went with it.
After standing under the water for maybe half an hour, her roommate knocked on her door and asked her if she was all right.
“Yeah, I'm fine,” Rachel called over the noise of the water. “Just give me a second.”
She had been too busy yesterday to even have time for a shower.
Rachel stepped out of the shower and surveyed her perky breasts and body in the mirror. Sam had gotten a taste of her the night before, but was it good enough to keep him coming back for more?
She'd have to wait and see if she really wanted to know, and she figured that seemed like the best thing to do regardless since it was all she could do. There really was no other option at this point.
At least none that would satisfy her.
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About the Author
C.J. McLane was born in Albuquerque, New Mexico, to a family that runs a business in the music industry.
He grew up listening to demos of aspiring musicians which molded him into a man with a great passion for art. It was a different kind of art, however, that C.J. wanted to pursue academically.
C.J. fell in love with photography because he was constantly amazed by the fact that one picture could tell a lifetime's story. He did an excellent story-telling job behind the lens. But when he purposefully acquainted himself with photo descriptions, he found a new love - words. He always dreaded writing, mostly because his cursive was so incomprehensible that his essays in middle school received low grades. But he's got a keyboard now, and a pool of writing ideas backed by his journeys and experiences - which he likes to call the rocking party life of a college guy.
Young as he is, C.J. aspires to tell stories that involve his most favorite photography model - a half-naked woman - and the healthy night sweats that come with it.
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A Knight Comes To Bed
By C.J. McLane
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