A/N: Since it's a tie between kiss/cold shoulder, I give you both and you choose the outcome. Enjoy reading. Thank you for all the reviews.
If you wanted Nathan/Taylor action, read on…
"Sure babe, let's go have our own private party," Nathan let his inner devil speak.
"Awesome, I know just the place," Taylor looped a finger through his belt loop and pulled him through the crowd to the exit.
Outside, coarse paint peeled off the brown walls, the rain had stopped, water droplets clung to unfurling leaf buds, the arrival of Mother Nature was in the air. Everything was new and fresh.
Rebirth in its glory, a new season and a new chance to start over, which is what I'm doing with Haley, I'm married in name only…
Taylor pulled him into a tight wet kiss, that left him hungering for more, it'd been so long since he had had any physical attention, aside from Haley's lackluster hugs from earlier.
His hands moved to caress her taut ass, Taylor was a woman who knew how to take care of herself and treat a man like a man not like a boy. She knew all about the big bad world, Haley pretended to live in a dream world, where it was okay to run off and pursue your dreams and still expect her husband to be okay waiting in the wings for when she came running home.
His eyes glinted briefly with sadness then glazed over with desire as his need for Taylor grew. His erection was making itself known against her hip, Taylor leaned back from the scorching kiss, "You've come quite a long way since the fumbling freshman I remember."
"I've done my homework and practiced like a good little boy," Nathan smirked down at her.
"Maybe you can teach me a thing or two?" Taylor teased, winking sexily at him. She dangled a key in front of his face. "So you gonna join me or what?"
Nathan looked down at her and then back at the dark road from where'd he come…he was truly torn, which way to go…
If you wanted the cold shoulder, read on…
"No, I don't want to make out with you or have sex or whatever you had in mind," Nathan cut off her coldly. His eyes raked down her figure, "I've had you before, I don't want to sample the goods again, I only do that with women I marry and look how that turned out." His cynical laugh faded under the noise of the music.
"Fine, have it your way," Taylor pushed him away and faded into the crowd.
"Women," he muttered. Stalking back over to the bar, he ordered a vodka straight up.
"Woman troubles," a masculine voice asked from his left.
"You know it," Nathan turned and saw a guy about his age sitting there, well-dressed in black trousers and a blue shirt open at the collar, a shag of hair fell over his forehead, he brushed it back irritably, appeared well-off from the designer watch banded on his wrist.
"I'm Trent." Trent reached out a hand and Nathan shook it. "Nathan."
"So what's your problem with women?" Trent asked.
"Married one and she left me to go and pursue her dream of music, just ran into an ex that wanted to hook up and the two are related, how fucked up is that?" Nathan cracked up and tossed back his drink.
"Ouch, that's gotta hurt." Trent patted him on the shoulder.
"Bartender, another shot of vodka, please?" Nathan slurred to the bartender.
Trent shook his head and the bartender removed Nathan's shot glass. "How about you and me hang out for a while?"
Nathan looked at Trent, "Sure why not?"
Which scene shall I continue on with: the motel rendezvous which will contain "will he or won't he?" OR what happens when Nathan goes with Trent, his "new friend"?
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