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your tits... I mean my phone.
     
    Me: Sweet
Dreams ;)
     
    My exhaustion is
back after having a fantastic self-induced orgasm. I may have scored the
winning shot, but Scott gets MVP for the assist. My cell phone is tucked under
my pillow and I'm about to drift back off to sleep when I hear it go off again.
A big smile crosses my face and I'm wondering what dirty message he's texted me
back.
    My fingers search
under my pillow until they come in contact with my cell phone. Pulling it out,
I click the button to read what Scott's sent me but I'm shocked. The text isn't
from Scott. It's from my ex, Josh.
     
    Josh: Drunk, lonely,
and missing you like always. Please give me another chance. I love you, Winnie.
     
    It's been over a
year since we had our ugly break-up. I was completely devastated by his
betrayal but I'm over it. Have been for a while now. Why the fuck is he texting
me now?
    The pros and cons
of starting a relationship with Scott are now a distant thought in my head as I
try to figure out what game Josh is trying to play.
     
    Chapter Four
     
    A few weeks
later
     
    One more day. I
feel like a kid on the last day of school. Once I get through my shift at the
club and get a good night sleep, I'll be on my way to California.
     
    Scott: I think
I might buy her a surfboard. She can keep it at my place since she broke the
last one she used here
     
    Me: That's
practical. She'll love it.
     
    It wasn't a
scheduled trip. Autumn doesn't do big birthday celebrations for herself, but
when Scott mentioned the small get together Jared was throwing in her honor, I
knew I had to be there.
    This has
absolutely, positively nothing to do with wanting to see Scott, and everything
to do with me missing my sister. She can't have a party without me. I need to
be there.
     
    Scott: What did
you get her?
     
    Me: Me coming
should be enough.
     
    Scott: I like
you coming.
     
    Scott and I
haven't participated in anymore sexting, but we have been texting daily. I really
like talking to him. He makes me smile and laugh, and helps me forget that I
have no ambition and drive in this world. I seriously wonder sometimes why I
save a majority of the money I make. I don't want to go to college, so what am
I saving for?
    I'm twenty-one
years old. Most of my friends are in their junior or senior years of college,
or working a nine-to-five job in a decent profession. I even have some friends
who are starting families.
    I have no idea
what I want to do. Right now I'm content with working the jobs I have and
getting laid on a regular basis. Ideally, I'd like to travel and lay on the
beach somewhere. I think work is overrated. You can probably see now why I have
no ambition.
     
    Me: As fun as
that was the last time, there will be no more coming.
     
    Me: At least
not with you.
     
    Scott: I hear
what you're saying, but I don't agree. We could be good together.
     
    Me: That's the
problem.
     
    Scott: Now I'm
confused. Good sex is a problem?
     
    Me: It is when
our siblings are in a serious relationship.
     
    Scott: You're
no fun :(
     
    Me: Stop with
the frowny faces.
     
    Scott: It
doesn't make you feel bad for me? I'm hoping you feel bad enough that when you
see me you'll fall into my bed and on my dick.
     
    Me: Well, it's
not working. You just look pathetic.
     
    Scott: On that
note, I'm off to buy this board for your sis. Do you need a ride from the
airport?
     
    Me: No, I'm
good. I'll take a taxi.
     
    Scott: Flight
1365 right?
     
    Me: Yep
     
    Scott's been
trying to get me to let him pick me up from the airport, but I won’t allow it.
The two of us alone in a car is not a good idea. Our chemistry is too much for
his vehicle to handle. I'll end up sucking his dick in the first five minutes.
    I sound like a sex
addict because it's all I talk about, but I’m really not. I just enjoy good sex
and for some reason Scott is on my brain twenty-four seven lately. I don’t know
if it's because I instinctively know he'll be good in bed, or because he's