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It was only seven – early enough that it was only just going dark. This was not how Elizabeth had imagined her evening would go. She was worried that her hook up with Sawyer had been nothing more than a hot guy taking advantage of an awkward woman with an obvious crush. But she was also excited at the prospect of something new. She had plenty of hook ups after Matt left. Sometimes she saw the same person a few times – she considered them friends with benefits – but she never had a real connection with them.
There was something about Sawyer. Really she knew nothing about him beside the fact he worked in the coffee shop, had a hell of a lot of scars, and was incredible in bed. But he had some strange power over her and she loved it.
Elizabeth changed into a pair of comfortable sweatpants and a baggy old shirt, and made herself a cup of Earl Grey tea. She sat at her laptop and at long last started research for her next book.
The next morning she was up at nine and got herself ready to go and work at the coffee shop. She wondered if Sawyer would be there – and if he would acknowledge their hook up or awkwardly avoid serving her.
With one final look in the mirror to check she looked good without looking like she was trying too hard, she opened the door.
“Oh f**k!”
“Surprise.”
They spoke at the same time.
“Sawyer what are you doing here?”
“I felt bad about leaving you so soon last night, and I have a few days off work so,” he pulled a DVD of Creature from the Black Lagoon from his coat, “ I thought we could watch an old horror movie and actually spend some time together.”
Elizabeth smiled.
“You know what… I would really like that.”
She stepped aside, allowing him to enter the house. They went through to the living room, and she exchanged a fleeting smile with him as he sat in the same place he had stripped her of her black lace dress the night before. She had been so eager to get to work that morning that the dress still lay where he had cast it aside.
She scooped it up, and in an attempt to make the situation less awkward announced that she was going to make a drink.
When she got back, he’d already figured out the TV and loaded up the DVD. She had her own copy – but she was still happy that they seemed to share an interest.
It served more as background noise as they slipped easily into pleasant conversation.
He asked about her work and was impressed that she was the author behind the Netflix docuseries.
She asked about whether he lived close by, and he revealed that he’d lived in the city for his entire life but had only moved into the neighbourhood recently.
The conversation turned to her latest book, and she spoke with a passion about the missing people – how they were similar ages, and how the police thought there was a serial killer involved.
He was keen to discuss the cases and offered to help with research if she needed it.
“It’s almost as if you’re looking for an excuse to spend time with me.”
He laughed and raised his hands.
“You got me.”
“Isn’t there anything you’d rather do than research a bunch of missing people?”
He rested his hand on her thigh and leaned close to her. Her heart fluttered as she closed the distance between them and kissed him lightly. His hand ran further up her thigh and she parted her legs slightly instinctively, but he removed his hand quite suddenly and pulled away from her.
“Later.”
“That was incredibly unfair.”
“It will be worth the wait.”
“I can’t argue with that.”
He put his arm around her waist and pulled her a little closer. They watched the rest of the movie in a comfortable silence.
The credits began to roll and Elizabeth stood to turn it off, but he caught her arm and pulled her back down next to him.
“Can I ask about your scar?”
She was silent for a moment. She didn’t like to talk about it but she felt compelled to answer.
“I was in a car accident when I was 19.”
“I’m sorry.”
“You weren’t the drunk driver who T-boned my friend’s car. Besides, I was lucky to get away with just a scar. My friend didn’t make it out at all.”
“I still think you’re beautiful. And I can’t judge.” He gestured to his own chest.
“Can I ask about yours?”
“I don’t think you’re ready for the answer.”
His smile made her less annoyed than she should have been that he wasn’t willing to share with her when she had just shared a vulnerable part of her past with him.
As if he had a sudden change of heart, he raised his shirt. Taking her hand, he rested her fingertips gently on one of the scars.
“I’ll tell you about this one later.”
She didn’t know why, but she leaned down and kissed the scar, softly. She felt his hands run through her long hair, and she moved to undo his pants. He was hard already.
Making eye contact with him she asked, “is it later yet?”
“Absolutely.”
She undid his pants and he pulled them down so she could take him into her mouth. She was focussed entirely on pleasing him this time, as some kind of repayment for how he had made her feel the day before.
They had only met the day before but here she was giving him a blow job on her couch as payback for the incredible orgasm he’d given her the night before. She felt momentarily self-conscious.
“You are damn good at that.”
There he was again, saying exactly the right thing as if she’d spoken her thoughts out loud.
“But I want you out of those clothes.”
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