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shower.
    Normally, I tried to avoid looking in the mirror, but I let my
eyes wander there while I waited for the shower to steam up. It wasn’t that I
didn’t like how I looked because I was in bad shape. It was the opposite.
    I still had the muscle definition I built playing rugby. I was a
little skinnier, of course, since I didn’t need extra bulk to protect me from
getting hit by other players, but seeing myself naked just reminded me that my
muscles had so much purpose before I got injured.
    My shoulders used to have to be strong so I could barrel into my
opponents. My abs were cut to help me hold my position in the scrum. And I
hated that they were only aesthetic now, just souvenirs from a game I was never
going to play again.
    I slid the shower door open and stepped inside, letting the hot
water scald my skin and relax my tight muscles. I grabbed one of my feet and
pulled it behind me, steadying myself against the wall with the other hand
while I stretched my quads in succession.
    A moment later, the shower door slid open and Chelsea stepped
inside.
    “Morning babe,” she said, sliding her arms over my shoulders.
    “Morning,” I said, pulling her under the water.
    “I’m sorry about last night.” She looked down for a second and
let her hips fall against mine. “I was a total bitch.”
    “You were just upset. Don’t worry about it.”
    “No.” She shook her head. “I never should’ve said those things
to you. I didn’t mean any of it. You know I didn’t, right?”
    “Of course.”
    “I’m going to make it up to you.”
    “Oh yeah?”
    She nodded. “Yeah, I’m going to make you forget last night ever
happened.”
    “And how are you going to do that?” I asked.
    She answered me by dropping to her knees.
     

Chapter 7: Lucy
     
     
    I knew my date was going to end in sex. I could just tell by the
messages he’d sent me. It was so obvious. They were sexually suggestive, but
not in a way that made it sound like the guy wasn’t getting any.
    And I didn’t mind. I liked knowing what to expect. That’s the biggest
problem I had with Cory- okay, maybe not the biggest- but he acted like he was
up for a casual date when he was really trying to meet The One.
    If he’d been more upfront, it would’ve saved us both a lot of time.
    Brad, however, was being very clear that he was looking to meet
up to have some fun. There was no mention of love or even dating. Now I know
there are a lot of girls who wouldn’t dream of sleeping with someone they just
met, but I wasn’t one of those girls.
    I liked to have a good time, and I didn’t take sex too
seriously. As far as I was concerned, it was a healthy recreational activity.
    Cory would probably say this was because I didn’t value myself
highly enough, but that’s not true. In fact, I’d say it’s the opposite. I valued
myself too highly to pretend I wanted a relationship just because it might make
the rest of society more comfortable.
    I mean, it’s not that I didn’t believe I deserved love. It’s just
that I believed I deserved sex, too, and the latter happened to be a lot easier
to get.
    And it’s not like I would just sleep with anyone. I had
standards. I had to be physically attracted to the guy and believe he might
actually put in a little bit of effort to get me off. I’d be damned if I would
let him get away before I got mine.
    And he had to be clean and not a douche. However, if he passed
my initial inspection and wasn’t a complete tool, I didn’t see why we couldn’t
use each other.
    The other thing was- Tinder adventures aside- I liked sleeping
alone. I relished never having to compromise on what movie to watch or what
take out to order. And while I know I was too young to be set in my ways, that
didn’t change the fact that I was in no hurry to open my heart up to strangers.
    Just my legs. If they were lucky.
    And when I saw Brad, I could tell he was a winner.
    He looked like an Abercrombie model, too pretty to date, but