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Two years is too long, and I need it hard. Really hard. Deep, hard fucking. The kind you are sore from.
I imagine hearing the slapping sound of people hard at it and, once again, my body tingles. I’m not normally this type of girl but I hope this date works out because god damn it, I need to get laid as soon as possible.
“Goodnight, Eliza.”
“Goodnight.”
“Goodnight, Tiny.” He pats me twice.
“Goodnight,” I squeak in a mouse voice.
He chuckles, and I smile against my pillow.
Any night with Nathan is a good night. Horny or not. As soon as I take care of this little libido problem I’m experiencing, everything will go back to feeling normal.
I close my eyes as I try to force myself to fall asleep.
But I can’t, because images of Nathan naked are running through my mind…and there’s a lot to look at…trust me on this one. Perhaps I’m traumatised from seeing his dick in the hallway tonight, I smile into my pillow as I remember it. What a visual sensation…. he could totally do porn.
I exhale heavily, it’s going to be a long night.
* * *
It’s Thursday, and I’m walking into the hospital cafeteria to meet Samuel. I feel awkward and weird. Hell, now I remember why I gave up dating.
Samuel stands and gives me a little wave.
“Hi.” I make my way over to the table and he bends and kisses my cheek.
“Fancy seeing you here.”
I smile nervously and fall into the seat. “Yes, fancy that.”
“What do you want to eat? I’ll grab it.”
“Oh, that’s okay,”
“No, I insist.”
“Thanks. I’ll have a toasted ham and cheese sandwich with a mineral water, please.”
“Okay, back in a minute.” He disappears to the counter to order. I watch him for a moment. He really is very good-looking.
I take out my phone and text the girls.
I remember why I don’t date.
This shit is nerve wracking.
They won’t get my message until they finish work, but whatever. I feel better by sending it.
I stuff my phone back into my bag, knowing I need to get a handle on these nerves.
Samuel comes back and sits at the table. “It will be a few minutes.”
“What did you get?” I ask to make conversation.
“Toasted focaccia and coffee.” He smiles over at me. “So, where did you say you’re going to this weekend?”
