heat from Rhian’s hands when she’d asked if she could heal him.
He had been too stunned at the time and in too much pain to comprehend what she
was saying to him. Shaking his head, he disregarded the thoughts popping into
his mind. He was a scientist and didn't believe in 'woo hoo healers.' If you
can't prove it scientifically, it just didn’t happen in his books. And that was
what had been drummed into him since he was small. Prove it to believe it.
He remembered when he discovered Father
Christmas wasn’t real, another of his father’s theories that broke the young
Red’s heart.
“I don’t believe in telling untruths to
anyone, my own son included.” Red was sitting at the table eating dinner and
the conversation between his parents went on around him. “If he learns the
truth about the world now he will be better off.”
“But dear, don’t you think he is too
young to learn the harsh realities of life just yet? Give him a childhood
before you toss him to the real world. He is only a little boy and needs his
dreams just like other children his age.” His mother was smiling at him sadly
while she spoke to her husband.
“That is what’s wrong with this world,
my dear. Too many people shelter their children from reality and they never
grow up strong and balanced. Too much overprotection if you get my drift. My
son will grow up knowing what is fantasy and what is not. I am a scientist so I
can hardly promote fiction as real life now, can I?”
He downed the rest of his beer and walked
into the bathroom. He flicked on the shower and peeled off his clothes, putting
them in the wash basket, colors in one side, whites in the other. Before he
took off his glasses, Red looked into the mirror. Geeky was the first word that
came to mind. Red hair, pale skin with a smattering of freckles over the bridge
of his nose and thick glasses that screamed out ‘nerd’!
He took off the offending spectacles and
put them on the counter. The water was perfect when he stepped into the shower.
He held his face under the warm stream, eyes closed while he tried to figure
out what Rhian’s plan for him was. Maybe when she had enough sex she would dump
him. Who knew, she might not either but it wouldn’t do to get his hopes up.
Going on his usual track record he would still be dateless by the time
Valentine’s Day came around in less than a month's time. No matter how much he
wished for it, he never seemed to have a date on that day. He tried to tell
himself it was no big deal really but his mother had always made sure she and
his father had the night on their own. It was the one night of the year she put
her foot down and Red was dying to know the same feeling. A small thing in the
scheme of things but it niggled him he always missed out on the one day that
celebrated love. The only thing he thought, missing from his life.
And if that was the case, he would be only
one of many lonely guys holding up the bar at the local pub by the end of the
night. How unusual and unexpected, not!
He turned off the shower and reached for a
towel. Drying himself, he hung it up and started his teeth cleaning routine.
Twenty brushes up, twenty brushes down followed by flossing every single tooth.
Then he walked into his bedroom. Taking a fresh set of boxers from his drawers
he pulled them on before he climbed between the sheets.
It was a long time before he fell asleep
and when he did he dreamed of the creamy soft skin of the woman who made his
balls ache and his heart wish for more than he thought he deserved. He dreamed
of being loved for himself, sharing his passion for his work with another human
being, and not being the nerdy kid in the group who felt more at home with his
microscope than with the feminine species.
When Red woke, he was gasping and his heart
pounding. His blood was racing through his veins faster than normal. The sheets
were twisted around his legs and his erection was pushed into the mattress that
was nothing like the
He had been too stunned at the time and in too much pain to comprehend what she
was saying to him. Shaking his head, he disregarded the thoughts popping into
his mind. He was a scientist and didn't believe in 'woo hoo healers.' If you
can't prove it scientifically, it just didn’t happen in his books. And that was
what had been drummed into him since he was small. Prove it to believe it.
He remembered when he discovered Father
Christmas wasn’t real, another of his father’s theories that broke the young
Red’s heart.
“I don’t believe in telling untruths to
anyone, my own son included.” Red was sitting at the table eating dinner and
the conversation between his parents went on around him. “If he learns the
truth about the world now he will be better off.”
“But dear, don’t you think he is too
young to learn the harsh realities of life just yet? Give him a childhood
before you toss him to the real world. He is only a little boy and needs his
dreams just like other children his age.” His mother was smiling at him sadly
while she spoke to her husband.
“That is what’s wrong with this world,
my dear. Too many people shelter their children from reality and they never
grow up strong and balanced. Too much overprotection if you get my drift. My
son will grow up knowing what is fantasy and what is not. I am a scientist so I
can hardly promote fiction as real life now, can I?”
He downed the rest of his beer and walked
into the bathroom. He flicked on the shower and peeled off his clothes, putting
them in the wash basket, colors in one side, whites in the other. Before he
took off his glasses, Red looked into the mirror. Geeky was the first word that
came to mind. Red hair, pale skin with a smattering of freckles over the bridge
of his nose and thick glasses that screamed out ‘nerd’!
He took off the offending spectacles and
put them on the counter. The water was perfect when he stepped into the shower.
He held his face under the warm stream, eyes closed while he tried to figure
out what Rhian’s plan for him was. Maybe when she had enough sex she would dump
him. Who knew, she might not either but it wouldn’t do to get his hopes up.
Going on his usual track record he would still be dateless by the time
Valentine’s Day came around in less than a month's time. No matter how much he
wished for it, he never seemed to have a date on that day. He tried to tell
himself it was no big deal really but his mother had always made sure she and
his father had the night on their own. It was the one night of the year she put
her foot down and Red was dying to know the same feeling. A small thing in the
scheme of things but it niggled him he always missed out on the one day that
celebrated love. The only thing he thought, missing from his life.
And if that was the case, he would be only
one of many lonely guys holding up the bar at the local pub by the end of the
night. How unusual and unexpected, not!
He turned off the shower and reached for a
towel. Drying himself, he hung it up and started his teeth cleaning routine.
Twenty brushes up, twenty brushes down followed by flossing every single tooth.
Then he walked into his bedroom. Taking a fresh set of boxers from his drawers
he pulled them on before he climbed between the sheets.
It was a long time before he fell asleep
and when he did he dreamed of the creamy soft skin of the woman who made his
balls ache and his heart wish for more than he thought he deserved. He dreamed
of being loved for himself, sharing his passion for his work with another human
being, and not being the nerdy kid in the group who felt more at home with his
microscope than with the feminine species.
When Red woke, he was gasping and his heart
pounding. His blood was racing through his veins faster than normal. The sheets
were twisted around his legs and his erection was pushed into the mattress that
was nothing like the
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