Finally I'm back, ey? So I'm home for the holidays, and will probably get some time to write in between work and partying. Unless I decide to be a good girl and study for my finals .. But this story sounds way more appealing ;)

I'm really hangover, so I apologize if I didn't catch every mistake.

Even though I forgot to write it the last couple of chapters, doesn't mean I own skins. 'Cause I don't. Not even close.

Chapter 12: And I'm playing with a dangerous flame again

Naomi PoV

'I'm the one who wants to be with you
Deep inside I hope you'll feel it too
Waited on a line of greens and blues
Just to be the next to be with you'

I lean over and shut the dock off with a huff.

"Stupid fucking cunt of a song." I mutter as I get back to the comfort of my warm bed. Even my music reminded me of her. It was like every word and lyric held a greater meaning than before. I groan as I cover my face with my hands.

Her lips. Oh, her sweet lips moving over mine. Her thighs pressing down on top of mine. How she lightly tugs at my hair when she kisses me.

I lash out as I violently turn around in bed, trying to shut my thoughts off. Tiger had given up on my foul mood ages ago, moving down to sleep on the floor.

I tried telling myself that it was just the hangover playing games with me, that tomorrow at work all these thoughts would be gone and I could go back to normal. It was the only way of coping, it was the only way of dealing with the feelings that I woke up with yesterday morning. I scrunch my eyes shut as I remember back...

The bright sunlight is what makes me wake up, along with a cold breeze blowing over my bare legs. I squint with one eye through my eyelashes, and shuts them instantly, a pulsating pain raging through my head. I understand that I'm outside and that I've had far too much to drink yesterday.

My head is laying on something warm, like a body, so I jump up to see who the human I'd used as a pillow is.

"Fucking hell, Fred, you scared the shit out of me!" I exclaim grumpy as I look down at him half-dead. The sudden movement hadn't made my headache any better.

"I'm just laying here." he answers without even opening his eyes. I look around, realizing we're on the boys' patio. "Not my fault you fell asleep on me while sharing a spliff."

He momentarily opens his eyes to meet mine, and they're so out of focus and purpose, crossing each other, that I almost feel more sorry for him. His hangover must be a killer one.

As I move back to lean against the fence, massaging my temple and hiding from the sunlight, I start to get flashbacks from last night. Or more specifically from Emily. My whole body freezes as I realize what I did last night. What we did last night. My hands stops their task and I look horrified into the thin air.

"Are you alright Naomi? You don't look too good." Freddie is now kneeling before me.

"Oh God, no no no." I start to mutter, wrenching my hands together. I had ruined it all, my friendship with Emily. It was the most precious thing I've ever had, and now I had cocked it up by following my stupid desires.

"Naomi! Chill, yeah?" Freddie stops my hands from destroying themselves, and gets me to focus on him. "What happens this weekend, happens. No need to freak." he gives me a gentle smile, and I feel my heartbeat slow down a bit. Right, it just happened this one time. Doesn't mean it have to happen again. Doesn't mean I have to think about her. Doesn't mean I have to be with her.

As I'm about to answer him, Cook comes barging out the door in just his boxers.

"Well isn't it a beautiful day!" he shout. Both me and Freddie groan at the loudness. It felt like a bubble inside my ear bursted.

"What got you in such a bloody fine mood? I'm fucking dying." Freddie mutters as he lays down on the wooden planks again. I feel my eyes droop and have a hard time focusing on anything all of a sudden. God, I need aspirin and water. And sleep. Right fucking now.

"Scored myself a double, didn't I? Double action, double pleasure. All for the Cookie monster!" he grabs his junk and make some gross movements. I roll my eyes and look away. It was too early to deal with an over-eager Cook.

Then Karen comes wandering out the door, looking a bit lost and a lot more worse for wear than last night. I almost smirked at the sight, remembering how she so blatantly hit on Emily, and how I so honorary saved her.

She's dressed in a big t-shirt over her knickers, and I recognize it as one of Cook's. What. The Fuck.

Before I get the chance to mull over the my observation, Cook spots her. "Aaah, babe, where's the other one?" he turns and engulfs her in a hug before she dodges one of his kisses. She shoots a panicked look towards my big, shocked eyes.

I had lost sight of her after I lead her over here last night, and now I'm starting to realize why. Oh my fucking god, is this happening.

"What are you talking about Cook?" she laughs nervously, taking a few steps away from him.

"Angela, of course. She's still sleeping then? Thank you for last night, we should do it again sometime." he slaps her bum before moving back inside, probably in the search for Angela.

Karen opens her mouth a couple of times, glancing between me and Freddie. She obviously know that she's been caught with her hand down the cookie jar. Literally. Freddie snaps out of his doubtful state as Karen just found her words.

"Freddie, I-"

"No Karen, you don't fucking say anything! Go get dressed, and we'll talk about this." he gets up and points to the door. "Now!"

Karen moves quickly, tears in her eyes. I look back to Freddie as he turns to me.

"Naomi, listen to me. I'll talk to Karen, and then I'll talk to Cook. Don't spread the rumor around, yeah?" he turns to leave, but I stop him.

"But what about Emily?" I blurt out, covering my mouth as soon as I let it out. He turns slowly.

"What about her?"

"Karen declared her love and said she wanted her back last night. And now she's been in a threesome with Cook, it's just…" I trail off.

"Oh fuck," her runs his hand through his black hair. "Right, right…" he looks around himself, as an answer was laying beside his feet. "Okay," he comes over and puts his hands on my shoulders, "don't tell Emily before I've talked to Effy about it, and I'll make Cook keep schtum. Effy always knows what to do, and I'm too fucking ill to fucking decide what's best or not." he nod at me and doesn't waver his eyes or hands before I nod back. As he moves inside I decide to stay away from Emily the rest of the weekend. Now for two good reasons.

Bloody well that went, I think now. Not did only her unsureness and caring when she turned up freshly showered, oh God don't even go there, make me feel bad for how I was acting but her sexiness and confidence from the bathtub had me running for my money. And when I felt her lips upon my own, I was fucking gone again.

I turn around in my bed, the memories making me restless as hell. I try to reposition and find a comfortable position, almost considering knocking myself out with a book just to make my head stop swirling.

And then you had to invite her to sleep in your bed, best fucking idea ever. I scrunch my eyes shut once again, digging my nails into my palms. "You're not any leftovers in my eyes." echoing through my head. Her sweet and hoarse voice. I sigh.

A couple of hours and a lot of unwanted thoughts about the cute little redhead later, I finally fell asleep.


It was almost funny how things just went on like nothing out of the ordinary had happened. But it was to be expected, she did after all act normal on the ferry ride home, being her fun and charming self. It made all awkwardness I knew I would've composed if I were to ease the tension, evaporate.

I also learned that Freddie had taken a couple of days off, visiting Karen. I hoped he would clear that situation up, it could really mess things up if we let it. Although Emily didn't seem as affected of how Karen turned up as should be expected. Maybe she was finally finished with that slag. I hoped so, she only played around with her.

At the end of the workday on monday, all thoughts of what happened on Homde were gone. Sure, I caught myself ogling at her more than usually, and she may have studied me back more than before, but that was just a side effect, yeah? A perfectly normal reaction when two good friends suddenly decides to have a weekend with benefits. Because we were, just friends I mean.

I didn't even mind being on the cleaning-list with her, because the digs she kept throwing told me that things weren't ruined. That our snogging sessions didn't made a string on our bantering. It was sure as hell not flirting.

I tried not to think about how her eyes sometimes lingered on my lips or how incredible cute she was in her oversized sweaters and the few strands of hair that was rebelling out of the white hat. And how her big eyes twinkled when she laughed about one of my silly jokes.

As I walked home that night, I thought that maybe, just maybe, we could go on as before.


But then tuesday rolled around, and I started to get overwhelmed by her. She was everywhere, and I felt her eyes on me all through the first period of work, not to mention how close she'd been sitting in the break, openly flirting with me. And I couldn't even deny it anymore. Maybe I was still drunk yesterday as I didn't take notice, but now it was so obviously slapping me in the face.

But the worst thing was that I found myself flirting back, feeling a weird sensation in my stomach every time she laughed, feeling a burn everywhere she touched me and breathing in her luscious perfume whenever she leaned into me. Because she had put on perfume, weirdly enough, as I'd noted she did not care for her looks at work, we were wading in fish goddamn it! And she'd even put on a little make up. She looked and smelled so good it was driving me crazy. There was nothing about her that was unattractive, which were a setback for me. Now all I wanted to do to her was something the priests would definitely not give the blessings to.

The second period we were assigned to the machine. It was hard work, and we had to work with our sides pressed together as we gathered all the fish down to the shape models before us. Two and a half hour touching her and trying not to give her lustful looks was enough for me. I tried as best as I could to act normal when she yelled into my ear about silly things, but as the time passed on, I felt myself getting flushed, hot and bothered by her presence. I needed some air and space, preferably with a cold drink.

Finally the break came around, and I bolted for the common dressing room without another glance to my work partner for the time being. It was only Lara and Effy in the canteen when I arrived, and I greeted them before sorting a cup of ice tea for myself in the kitchen. I felt a bit bad for sprinting from Emily just because she got to me in an entirely good way that I decided to make one for her too. It was clearly not her fault I suddenly had a weakness for alluring and small redheads.

She's there when I get back, joking with Effy about something to do with fish. I don't really catch anything, because her sweater had slipped down a bit on one side, revealing her smooth shoulder, which moved every time she smeared butter on a slice of bread.

I got snapped out of my perving on her shoulder, I almost roll my eyes at my chosen body part, by her looking amused up into my eyes.

"Alright Naoms?" she smiles. She had clearly seen where my line of vision were a second before, as she purposefully drags her sweater an inch down. Her face is playful. Daring. I clear my throat.

"Sure. Here, I made you ice tea." I push the cup over to her when I sit down, taking a much needed sip of my own.

"Thanks." she licks her lips as she watches me drink, before her hand moves to the inside of my thigh under the table. I almost choke on my drink. As I turn to catch her gaze, to tell her off with an expression, I find that she is already completely invested in discussing the size of the fishes with JJ. Her hand was still very much situated on my sweat pants, her thumb scarcely moving.

My eyes darted to the others around the table, but not one of them was paying any attention. Well, aside from Effy, who was smirking to herself as she prepared a yoghurt with nuts. Of course she has control of everything.

I gulped as I felt myself turn red. This was not a good situation. Not at all. Her touch was making fire erupt inside me, on entirely inappropriate places. I sighed and swallowed, trying to get my urges and cravings to die down.

Emily finally turns back to look at me, probably catching my flustered state. A smug smirk appears on her pretty face. I give her a pleading look to make her stop, but she only smirks wider, looking me up and down. And it was a bit bizarre that she did that, I was dressed in sweats all over, which I always was while working. I was hardly easy on the eyes right now.

As her hands begins to move up my thigh I quickly rise and almost knocks over my chair in the process. Emily retract her hand, so nobody sees what made me jump. Everyone at the table looks at me with a questioning look, maybe because of the wild look I guess my eyes is expressing.

"Uh, I need to … toilet." I mumble as I dart away from the canteen and into the hallway. I find the girls bathroom and lean my head against the door as soon as I shut it. I breathe out, half relieved and half frustrated.

I turn to the sink, and flip on the water to the coldest. I splash my face with it. My heart beat calms a bit, but my thoughts are still racing. How could I think for a second that we were back to friends?

I look deeply into my own troubled eyes in the mirror, telling myself over and over to get it together. It was so disturbing that just a stray touch from her could shake me to my inner core.

The rustle of the door handle scared me half to death, and I mentally scolded myself for not locking it. I already knew who it was before I could see her. Emily appeared with her big and attentive brown eyes, pushing me back into the small space, stealing room. She reach behind her and lock the door before stepping closer to me. I was already pressed up against the wall, looking at her like she was a murderer. Well, she could kill me with that look she was giving me.

"What are you doing?" I shakily ask as her hands move up to grab the collar of my coveralls.

"I don't know." she whispers before dragging me into her, covering my lips with hers.

My breath hitched of the impact, and as her lips moved against mine, I suddenly get thrown into the turmoil of reactions and feelings her kisses created in my body. And boy if it wasn't even better when I was sober. Everything felt greater, clearer, without the haziness alcohol made.

Soon I felt my hands move around her back, pressing her flush against me, as I met her just as eager. She deepened the kiss, and the return of her intoxicating taste drives me fucking insane. I can't get enough of her and her smooth skin. As her hands moved around my neck to keep my head in place, as I would ever move it when she is kissing me like this, I find that my hands can't settle anywhere. They stroke up and down her slightly arching back as I practically devour her as she almost falls back.

As I realize I'm the only one holding her up, and we're about to crash into the floor, because her knees obviously decided not to fucking work, I swing us around, trapping her to the wall instead. Our mouths never leaves each other, and the snogging intensifies by the minute. I move my hands from her back to feel her shoulders and neck that I perved on not long ago. She gasps as I stroke down from her hairline to her shoulder and bra strap and back again.

Our tongues created a rhythm as we moved together, indulging in each other. My heart was out of control as it seemed like it wasn't just our bodies intertwining, melting into each other. As cliche as it sounded, it felt like she touched me a place no one else had even touched me before. And that even though I definitely wasn't a newbie to kissing and sex.

The thought scared me so much that I broke away, realizing my hand had come up to cup her cheeks. All sense of time was lost, but I was sure we had least stood her for a good fifteen minutes. I lower my hands along with my gaze, not wanting her to see my awestruck expression. Her hands hesitantly untangles from my hair, before dragging down the front of my upper chest, straightening out my collar.

"Uh, I think the break is over." I say, testing the water.

"Yeah, you're probably right."

Then, I muster up the courage to look her in the eyes. If there was a scale on how captivated one could get, I was maximizing it right now. Her eyes were almost black to the point I couldn't have told they were dark brown if I didn't know. They were searching, looking between mine, for answers of what this was. Answers I didn't know and couldn't give. I had to break away, so I gave her a slight nod before turning and leaving the small room.

What happened between me and Emily was starting to become too much, too soon. But what scared me the most was that I didn't want to leave that bathroom, I wanted to undress her and taste every curve on her body. And for that reason alone I needed to stay away.

Simpler said than done. We were once again placed together, but this time it was in the packing section, so at least I could get my space while we turned boxes with fish and formed cartons in forms. When our eyes met, she always gave me a warm and tender look, which without doubt made butterflies rioting in my stomach. It was unnerving, and I couldn't wait until the clock hit four so I could escape to the safety of my bed.

Finally the endless stream of fish stopped, and we were allowed to leave. I needed to pass Emily to get out of the section, which of course resulted in her waiting for me and walking out beside me.

"Eventful day," she comments as we removes our attire.

"Yeah," I noncommittally answers.

She doesn't talk much as we wander outside, but I sense her looking at me. Reading me.

"Want to do something today?"

"Um, sorry, I need to … help mum with something." my eyes darts to Cooks boat, where mum is situated, chatting with him. I wonder if she noticed me and Emily being gone all last break. I wonder if anyone noticed.

"Oh, right," she ducks her head, her mouth turning down into a small frown. She looked almost sad at it, and the tinge it made in my heart told me I needed to get away. Quick.

"See you." I simply stretch my mouth in something supposed to look like a smile. I'm not sure I succeeded.

"Wait!" she jogs the few steps I managed to get away. "Let me walk you home instead." she looks so hopeful, her kind eyes boring into mine.

"Sorry, I got to go." I move to turn again.

"Why not?" her words are a bit harsher than before. Bitter almost.

"Look, can you just leave me alone for a minute?" my words are definitely harsh, and I can see how they slice through her. Her shoulders collapse, and she looks smaller than just a minute ago. It's the roughest I've ever been with her. And probably the closest she's come to the real me.

"Okay." she says sadly, going over to the car where Effy is watching us. Effy gives me a slight shake of her head.

I sigh, before jumping into the boat, overly ready to get home.


After showering myself free from the fish stench, I collapse on my bed. I wasn't really tired after the day, despite everything. The encounter with Emily had set something free inside of me, and sleep and rest was the last thing I wanted to do. To say I was restless was an understatement. My phone plinged from beside me.

I opened the text with furrowed eyes as I saw it was from Doug. What in the world would he want?

Not enough fish for work tomorrow, everyone gets the day off.

I sighed, thinking this was the worst thing that could happen right now. I needed something to do with my time, to block out Emily. And now I had an entire night free not to worry about an early morning. As I clicked out of the text, I found my phone book and without thinking scrolled down until I found the name Emily.

My finger hovered over the call button, thinking that if I wanted to spend the night hanging out with someone, it was definitely her. But then the conversation from earlier, and how rude I was towards her, come drifting back. I'd had to explain to her. I also realized that calling her would definitely lead to something that shouldn't happen. It seemed like I couldn't control myself around her, like she induced my brain and left it empty of all thoughts of reason. I knew I shouldn't want to be with her, want her at all, so I sighed and turned my phone off and shut my eyes for a minute.

Just the notion of hanging out with her as friends would certainly turn on me when I saw her cute smile and warm eyes.

I layed there, trying to concentrate on my breathing and think about nothing. Of course thoughts of kisses and touches came and ruined my attempt on meditation. If I was going to live this down, I needed distractions. Now.

I walk up into the kitchen, finding Kieran sitting with the table reading the newspaper.

"Hey, kiddo." he greats me without even looking up. I walk over to the counter to make myself a cup of tea, and when I glance back at him I find that he's unusual well-dressed for a regular tuesday night.

"What's the deal with the tie?"

He touches it as if he forgot it was there.

"Ah yeah, me and your mother is going to a little party later, since she got the day off tomorrow and everything."

Then I hear some rustling from the bathroom. I move to see her standing in front of the mirror, puffing up her hair.

"What party are you going to?" her eyes leaves her reflection in the mirror and catch mine.

"Kieran's colleagues are throwing a little get together, so thought I'd tag along. The others wives are coming so." she shrugs. "Oh, and that shop owner is going to be there as her husband is on the boat. Maybe we can overcome our differences and make a pleasant conversation when I'm at the store possible."

What? Kieran is working with Emily's dad? Oh shut up brain, enough about Emily.

"So you're leaving me?" I huffed, realizing that my plan of occupying myself with imposing on them just went down the drain. Mum looks at me weirdly, before adding some hairspray.

"I thought you liked to be left alone."

"Well, yeah, but…"

"And you have all these new friends you can hang out with."

She was right, I had, but I just wanted to forget that I even was on this island for a second. And she was the only option then.

"We could watch a movie..?" I try, knowing that I'm ruining my reputation of a bad tempered daughter.

"What's the matter with you today?"

"Well sorry for wanting to spend some time with my mum." I roll my eyes.

"I didn't mean it like that. It's a lovely idea, we can watch a movie together tomorrow." she smiles at me, "now, help me and find an outfit."

I sit on the toilet seat while she try on basically her whole closet, before settling on the first thing she tried on. Fucking typical. But she looked nice, purple blouse with a long necklace. She was pirouetting and about to walk out and show Kieran her attire before I stopped her with my last shot.

"Do you really have to go?" I sulked.

She came over and kissed my temple and looked somewhat lovingly and pitiful down at me.

"You're such a whiner tonight. Call Cook and do something fun." she smiles before heading out of the bathroom.

I sighed. Maybe she was right. I could need a distraction in the form of Cook. I sent him a text to ask if he wanted to hang out. When he still didn't answer after ten minutes, I sent a text to Effy too, in case Cook wasn't available. I hoped Effy wasn't with Emily, that would kind of mess up my whole avoiding-thing. She answered right away.

Date night with Freddie. Tomorrow?

So Freddie was back from Karen then. They would probably discuss the threesome thing. I bit my lip, hoping I had more luck with Cook. His answer ticked in right after.

Sorry, Katie is here.

Then another follow up text.

Feel free to join us tho ;-)

As if. I didn't even bother answering, as I found Tiger snuggled up on the sofa in the living room. I sat down beside her and patted her head, but she just gave me a killer look and moved over to the other side. Isn't there anyone who wants to be with me tonight?

I thought about other options, finding none that I could survive a whole night with. Both Pandora and JJ would certainly talk a hole in my head, and I didn't know Thomas and Lara well enough.

I realized Emily was home alone since her parents and sister was out. Oh, except for her little brother. I wonder what she's doing.

Mum and Kieran gave their farewell and rushed out the door with a bottle of wine in tow. I momentarily considered going on a rave by myself, but that would've been real sad. I lolled my head from side to side on the cushion.

"Tiger, come here." I try to attract my kitten. She gives me the most incredulous look ever, and disappear with a stride out of the room. Cats.

As I sit there in the sofa looking out at the stunning weather I weigh up my options. I could sit here and sulk, but I knew that would end up in me contacting Emily. I could also go for a walk, but I would for sure end up on Wisteria Lane. It was like everything around me told me to go to her, to just let her engulf me like she did every time she came near.

It was scary as hell, having another person impacting your mindset in this manner. I wonder if it just suddenly turned out this way, what started like harmless and bypassing fantasies building to this longing. I could almost feel every part of me curl around itself as I used every ounce of willpower to shut the flashbacks out.

That was it. I needed out of this house.

As I stepped out on the front step, I looked apprehensively around me, pondering what to do. Then I hear a door snap shut to my right. I turn and look right at the house of Anne and Grant. Well it was worth a shot, I thought as I walked over.


"What a lovely surprise." Anne smiles as she put the kettle on.

I sat awkwardly at the kitchen table, not really knowing what to say. Sure I've talked to them a lot since we moved in, but I never turned up unannounced on the doorstep by myself. They were really nice people, I liked them, but oldies weren't really my thing as I wasn't known to be the most polite person in the world. But tonight I needed to try anything.

"Yeah, thought I could," I clear my throat "visit."

I'm actively pounding my fingers on the table, as I feel the urge to rather be with Emily take over. Stop it.

"Grant is in the living room watching his sport games. Every weeknight. I usually knit at this hour of the day." She's moving around, fetching cups and spoons.

"Sorry if it's a bad time…"

"Nonsense, love. We can at least have a cuppa. Although I'd expect you to be with someone at your own age this evening. I heard the industry took the day of tomorrow."

"Well, they're all busy so-"

"Everyone?" she cuts me off as she hands me a cup with steaming water. I reached for a teabag and started making it as I liked it.

"Sort of." I mutter, my thoughts taking a turn that's beginning to get familiar. Anne seems to see the change in my demeanor, so she thankfully changes the subject.

"How are you settling in?" she smiles at me, sitting down across from me.

"It's alright." I nod.

"Are you missing Bristol?" I bite my lip as I think back to my old hometown. Things were never complicated there. At least not with people outside the family. But then they didn't have cute little redheads luring around the corner.

"A bit." I admit.

"I see. But you're making friends here, right?"

"Yeah, a couple of them." I smile politely. There's a small pause as she's obviously raking her head for more things to ask about.

"Have Kieran taught you to drive the small motorboat yet?"

"Yes, he did the other week. I'm not too big of a fan of boats, though." I had used hours to get it right. Driving and reversing wasn't too hard, but it was starting and stoping the motor that I was a bit shit at. You had to drag a line hard and fast out of the motor on the same time you had to make sure the speeding stick was well on. I mastered it in the end.

"Oh, I think you will come to like them. All you need is a special moment out on the sea, and you're sold." she winks at me. I thought of whom I wanted to create those memories with, and how great it would be. I had almost forgotten the reason I stayed away from her. It wasn't like I could avoid her forever, I had to meet her again. Soon. Anne must've seen the thoughtful look on my face.

"Is there someone you're thinking of?" she smiles adorably, wrinkles showing around her eyes. I was about to lie, when she caught me of guard.

"Oh, I know there is, I've lived long enough to recognize these things." I felt panic building in my chest at her words. Could everyone see through me? Was it possible to read my mind of my face? Bloody hell.

"Oh, don't get yourself worked up over this. I've talked a bit with your mother, and as I understood you aren't big on relations and people, am I right?" I swallowed and looked awkwardly away. It was a bit degrading knowing my mum talked about this with her. In the end I ended up with a simple nod.

"You're over thinking it. I was just like you when I was your age. But do you know what?" I shook my head. "It's allowed to have fun. To not think consequences all the time. And I don't think you came over here because you really wanted to see me, because you're not very chatty." I looked guilty, but she didn't seem hurt, she simply kept that kind exterior like she seemed to be sporting all the time. She finished her tea, setting it noisily down on the table, catching my attention.

"Whomever you're avoiding, you should go see them. Things always get complicated whatever you do, there is never an easy way out of things. So I suggest that for tonight, don't give a fuck about anything. Go with your gut." she raised from the table, leaving me gobsmacked at her little speech and her unexpected choice of words.

"I'm going to go spend some time with my husband, and you should take that boat out for a spin. And bring some company." she winked at me, before wandering into the living room where I could hear voices from the television.

For the next minutes I sat in silence, finishing my tea. I thought about her words, and found myself agreeing with her. My hands were fidgeting like crazy, and I couldn't sit still. I decided to go with it, my gut. I was usually a very well-planned person, and rarely spontaneous. But resent events had proved me wrong. And the spontaneity had after all turned out very good until I decided to think it over afterwards.

I was off the chair and out the door before I could change my mind. I punched in the digits on my phone and waited.

"Can we go somewhere?"

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