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Chapter Seven: Wyatt
I was as nervous as a high school virgin out on his first date. What the fuck was wrong with me?
I looked in the mirror hanging on the wall for the umpteenth time, smoothing my hair down and looking for imaginary creases in my clothes.
I turned away, making an impatient sound at my lovesick behavior.
It was fucking ridiculous how hung up I was on this woman.
Even now there was an uncomfortable snugness in my jeans just thinking about her. My attraction to Hailey was undeniable from the moment we sat in that lab almost eight years ago. It grew with every day we spent together and blossomed into heated desire when we started dating. Now though…
Now was a whole other ballgame.
The desire I felt for Hailey back then felt like firecrackers compared to the fireworks I felt now.
Hailey was all grown up. She had always had a curvy figure but the way she filled out her clothing now damn near left me panting.
It was puzzling how strongly I felt for her now. My feelings for her before seemed soft and innocent compared to the basic rawness of them now.
I wanted between her thighs and my brain was clouded by thoughts of how I could get here.
I couldn’t claim that my offer to be study buddies was completely innocent. Yes, I would love to have her as an academic partner again but plain and simple, I needed to be close to her as often as possible and this was the perfect excuse.
I moved over to where I had my laptop, textbooks, and notebook set up at the kitchen table.
After rearranging the tools on the surface yet again before I began to pace the hardwood floors. I
threw a look at the clock on the oven.
It read six forty-three.
Seventeen minutes until our scheduled study date.
The anticipation and nerves drove me to the refrigerator and I grabbed a bottle of beer.
I acted confident but I felt anything but. I was so far out of my element it was almost laughable. The feelings Hailey stirred in me left me unsettled and I had no idea what to make of them.
Hailey’s knock on the door, announced her arrival a few minutes later.
I put my half-finished bottle on the kitchen counter and made my way across the space. I wiped sweaty palms down my jean covered thighs and took a look around to make sure everything was tidy.
Of course it was.
I had never been a messy person but being in the military had drilled being tidy into my bones. I had only just moved into my apartment and so only the essentials were here. The space was open concept. The kitchen and living room were separated by a small table.
The kitchen carried all the essentials for cooking but I barely used them. The living room carried a two piece set, a center table and a huge television mounted on the wall. A hallway led to the only bathroom and bedroom.
I hurried to open the door when she knocked again.
I opened the door and promptly lost my breath.
Fuck. She was smoking hot.
She was dressed in a sleeveless top and plain dark blue skirt that skimmed her knees. Her feet were encased in a pair of sandals to reveal her toes, which were painted a light pink color. Her book bag hung off her right shoulder.
Without trying, she was easily the most gorgeous woman I had ever met.
She looked at me with those shy eyes framed by widened lenses. Her hair was pulled up into a messy bun, but a few strands had broken free of the confines to fall over her grey-blue orbs.
