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about Shane’s father back then. It hadn’t taken a genius to see that he preferred anywhere to going home after his mom died. Our friendship had begun simply enough. Although he and I ran in separate social circles most of high school, we had occasionally run into each other at the salon where his mother had worked, and my mother spent every Saturday afternoon getting her nails done.
    Even then, Shane had been the kind of guy you couldn’t help but notice. He was tall for his age, and when he joined the high school football team, he’d filled out in the most delicious ways. He’d stopped coming to the salon after his mother passed away, and so it wasn’t until our paths crossed at a couple of parties late in our senior year that we struck up a kind of strange and wonderful friendship.
    Shane never lacked for female company, and I had been the quiet, studious girl who almost always said no when her friends asked her to go out. But by the end of my senior year, I’d been ready to cut loose a little bit. I was already accepted into Brooks, but I never got up enough nerve to tell Shane how I felt.
    It took me until the end of my freshman year, and it was the night before I was leaving—for good.  
    I figured it would be fun, easy. No strings attached. No consequences.
    That had been another time in my life when the joke had been on me.
    I couldn’t help but lean against Shane ever so gently as I listened to him play. Watching his fingers dance across the keyboard was magical purely because of how big his hands were. He was a big guy, but he was as graceful off the field as he was on it.
    Ever since he had been drafted by the Redskins, I’d made it a point to watch his games. I’d record them if I had rounds at the hospital or got called in during one of the weekends when I was on call. It was all part of the gig of being a doctor. That part of my life, pursuing my dream career, had been better than I had ever imagined it could be.
    Too bad I’d made such a mess of my personal life. I gave myself a mental shake. I wouldn’t trade my life for anything, but sitting there at that moment made me feel more melancholy than I’d felt in a long time.
    The song ended, and Shane turned to me. I saw the question in his eyes, and I felt that girl of nineteen again rising up inside me. The one who said, “No strings attached?”
    I moved closer to him. I was surprised when he pushed me backward, but it was only for a moment while he swung his leg over the bench so that he could straddle it. Then he turned me around so that my back was to him.  
    I felt my breath hitch as he pulled me backward into him. He wrapped his arms around my waist, and we stared out the window at the sky. I couldn’t help but note the hard thrust of his cock against the small of my back, though, and my mouth went dry.  
    “I want you to stay with me tonight,” he whispered in my ear. I felt him nuzzle it with first his nose and then his lips, and I felt my nipples tighten and lift against his hands, which he had cupped as if to feel their weight. “Will you stay with me, Maddy?”  
    His husky question mixed with the sensations of desire that he was drilling up from the depths of my inner being made me feel drunk and wild, even though I’d barely had more than a single drink. This man drove me crazy in a way that no other man could. He made me want to throw caution to the wind and be free.  
    I didn’t respond to his question, because really there was no point. I could pretend to fight him and this desire that I had for him, but it would overwhelm me. He would overwhelm me. Not because his will was greater than mine, but because I wanted it as badly as he did. He knew it as well as I did.
    Arching my back against his chest, my hands rose up to clasp around the base of his neck. I knew that this movement offered my breasts to him in a kind of erotic sacrifice. His hands palmed their weight again and flicked the tight nubs of my nipples, causing