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Meg: That's not what I thought you'd send.

Miles: Imagining some place a little lower and lot more exciting?

Vividly. I change into my pajamas in an attempt to buy myself time to think.

It's been easy avoiding complications until now. Guys never interested me. School took precedent. Period.

But then I never felt like this. I never craved someone's hands on my body.

I certainly never hoped a guy would send me a naughty picture.

I play with my phone. Maybe it's a good thing that Miles is experienced. He'll know what he's doing. Know how to make sure I enjoy myself.

Or maybe he'll be all aloof and cool and I'll be a nervous, tongue-tied mess.

Dammit, I don't know.

Meg: No, I wouldn't expect you to send a picture like that unless I asked.

Miles: Accurate.

Meg: I'm not going to ask.

Miles: Good. I'd say no. You have to earn that.

Meg: No, I have to go study.

Miles: It's almost eleven.

Meg: Just got off work at the ER. No time to waste.

Miles: You work in an ER?

Meg. Yeah. Why do you ask?

Miles: Your reaction times are a little slow.

Meg: I don't do much in the ER. I'm a scribe. Means I write down Dr's orders, put information in the computer, that kind of thing. Don't need fast reaction times.

Miles: Uh-huh.

Meg: I have to go. I have a lot of homework to finish before bed. Goodnight.

Phone on silent, I devote my next two hours to my bio textbook. When I'm finally done, my cell is sitting there on my desk, face down, taunting me.

I turn it over.

Miles: Sweet dreams.

That's what he said when he left last night.

Was he thinking about me in bed?

It's too late for me to contemplate this. He's already becoming a complication. Guys are trouble. Rosie was smarter, stronger, and more relationship savvy than I am and that asshole Jared still ruined her life.

I get ready for bed and collapse under the sheets. I repeat my manta mantra—medical school acceptance comes first—but it does nothing to chase away the mental image of Miles naked on my bed, his hand wrapped around his hard cock.

Dammit. I don't know how to handle this. Rosie would. She was so good at this kind of thing.

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