teaching.
“Damn it,” she huffed under her breath, while reaching down to collect the multitude of papers that had flown everywhere. Students and faculty passed around her without a second glance and she silently cursed them for not helping. She suddenly felt a light tap on her shoulder and defiantly whipped her head back to see a figure silhouetted by the sun behind them. She stood, curving her hand above her eyes to shade the sun, and sharply gasped at the sight of the man standing before her. He held a neat pile of her once scattered papers in his hand. She could tell by his dark-rimmed glasses and tailored suit that he was part of the university faculty or perhaps an older student.
She stammered what she hoped was an audible thank you as they both bent down to collect the rest of the papers. She couldn’t will the words in her mind to escape her lips, and before she could invent an excuse to linger the stranger nodded and bid her goodbye.
Her eyes watched as he walked away, her treasonous tongue still unable to utter any words of protest. The memory of the moment the stranger disappeared from view burned itself into her memory, and haunted her for the rest of her days.
Addison rolled over and turned off her phone alarm. She considered herself to be a morning person, but getting up before 5:45am on the weekend was pushing it. Luckily, she’d already decided on what to wear while she was at the bar so she rolled out of bed, brushed her teeth, and pulled her long hair into a loose braid. She put on her mint green bikini, finishing it off with a loose spaghetti strapped cover-up that ended an inch above her mid-thigh.
Three minutes after six, Holden texted to let her know he was outside. Even after her conversation with Stacy, she was still excited to see Holden. A night of sleep cleared her head and she figured she’d enjoy her kayaking trip with Holden knowing they were just friends. If anything, it took a little pressure off. I can focus on just having fun and not wondering if this is or isn’t a real date... holy crap.
All thoughts of friendship were washed away as Addison walked down the stairs and witnessed Holden walking around the front of his black Range Rover Sport toward her. Even though it was still a bit dark out, Addison was able to take in the magnificent site of Holden in a navy baseball cap, white t-shirt, and pair of blue swimming trunks. His entire presence seemed disconcerting. How does he have this effect on me?
His outfit gave Addison a glimpse of Holden she hadn’t seen before. She could tell he took great care of his body and she appreciated him for it. He had broad shoulders, strong arms, and long toned legs. She had only seen him dressed up for work and at the party on Saturday. Something about him dressed so casually put her mind at ease as she walked up to the car.
“Hey there early bird,” s he smiled brightly, suddenly not sure if she should hug him or not. They hadn’t touched other than his hand on hers at dinner. Just see what he does.
A sly smile spread across Holden’s face as he too k in her bathing suit cover up and his gaze spent a second too long inspecting her bare legs. “Morning, Addison. Don’t worry, I picked us up some coffee on the way over,” he opened her door so she could step in.
“That sounds so good right now.” She’d completely spaced on eating breakfast. She watched him through the windshield as he made his way to the driver’s side door. His whole nature exuded sex appeal and confidence. Addison hoped she wasn’t getting in over her head. He went on a date late night, remember? Just relax. It really did seem to explain everything. Holden was the type of guy to date a lot of girls; he probably didn’t have many girls that saw him just a friend. He just wanted a buddy to go kayaking with. I can be a buddy, right? I just need to pretend like I’m hanging out with a normal guy friend. One who doesn’t make me
“Damn it,” she huffed under her breath, while reaching down to collect the multitude of papers that had flown everywhere. Students and faculty passed around her without a second glance and she silently cursed them for not helping. She suddenly felt a light tap on her shoulder and defiantly whipped her head back to see a figure silhouetted by the sun behind them. She stood, curving her hand above her eyes to shade the sun, and sharply gasped at the sight of the man standing before her. He held a neat pile of her once scattered papers in his hand. She could tell by his dark-rimmed glasses and tailored suit that he was part of the university faculty or perhaps an older student.
She stammered what she hoped was an audible thank you as they both bent down to collect the rest of the papers. She couldn’t will the words in her mind to escape her lips, and before she could invent an excuse to linger the stranger nodded and bid her goodbye.
Her eyes watched as he walked away, her treasonous tongue still unable to utter any words of protest. The memory of the moment the stranger disappeared from view burned itself into her memory, and haunted her for the rest of her days.
Addison rolled over and turned off her phone alarm. She considered herself to be a morning person, but getting up before 5:45am on the weekend was pushing it. Luckily, she’d already decided on what to wear while she was at the bar so she rolled out of bed, brushed her teeth, and pulled her long hair into a loose braid. She put on her mint green bikini, finishing it off with a loose spaghetti strapped cover-up that ended an inch above her mid-thigh.
Three minutes after six, Holden texted to let her know he was outside. Even after her conversation with Stacy, she was still excited to see Holden. A night of sleep cleared her head and she figured she’d enjoy her kayaking trip with Holden knowing they were just friends. If anything, it took a little pressure off. I can focus on just having fun and not wondering if this is or isn’t a real date... holy crap.
All thoughts of friendship were washed away as Addison walked down the stairs and witnessed Holden walking around the front of his black Range Rover Sport toward her. Even though it was still a bit dark out, Addison was able to take in the magnificent site of Holden in a navy baseball cap, white t-shirt, and pair of blue swimming trunks. His entire presence seemed disconcerting. How does he have this effect on me?
His outfit gave Addison a glimpse of Holden she hadn’t seen before. She could tell he took great care of his body and she appreciated him for it. He had broad shoulders, strong arms, and long toned legs. She had only seen him dressed up for work and at the party on Saturday. Something about him dressed so casually put her mind at ease as she walked up to the car.
“Hey there early bird,” s he smiled brightly, suddenly not sure if she should hug him or not. They hadn’t touched other than his hand on hers at dinner. Just see what he does.
A sly smile spread across Holden’s face as he too k in her bathing suit cover up and his gaze spent a second too long inspecting her bare legs. “Morning, Addison. Don’t worry, I picked us up some coffee on the way over,” he opened her door so she could step in.
“That sounds so good right now.” She’d completely spaced on eating breakfast. She watched him through the windshield as he made his way to the driver’s side door. His whole nature exuded sex appeal and confidence. Addison hoped she wasn’t getting in over her head. He went on a date late night, remember? Just relax. It really did seem to explain everything. Holden was the type of guy to date a lot of girls; he probably didn’t have many girls that saw him just a friend. He just wanted a buddy to go kayaking with. I can be a buddy, right? I just need to pretend like I’m hanging out with a normal guy friend. One who doesn’t make me
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