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many character viewpoints, I didn’t know whom I was following.
But I was already hooked and finding it hard to finish my Saturday chores.
    Sunday morning I looked at his email address. Seeing VC in
the address, I figured he gave me his band email. Too bad it wasn’t his
personal one, in which case I might figure out his name. Wanting to email him
now was killing me. How long should I wait?
    “Damn you, Leggy. You should be in my bed right now.”
    I paced through my apartment while I looked at his
handwriting. He wrote it in cursive, which I heard was a dying art.
    I should wait a few days before I emailed him. No need to
jump all over him like a, umm— groupie was the only word that came to
mind.
    Leaving the paper next to my computer, I got dressed to go
to a kickboxing class. Maybe working up a sweat would distract me from my
fantasies. Sundays were my longer days in the gym. Instead of rushing to get
home at the end of a workday, I spent several long minutes on the mat doing
floor exercises and stretching out. Ally thought I was crazy as she said
Sundays were her day off, her rest day, and she’d never be caught dead at the
gym on a Sunday. Yet another one of the many differences in how we thought
about things. Funny how you could be so different from someone and get along so
well.
    Distraction was not easy to come by today, even during my
class. I went through the motions halfheartedly at first while wondering what
Leggy was doing. But then I forced myself to snap out of it and get with my
workout. I put in extra effort focusing on my form and kicks. No need to let
some crush affect my daily life.
    When I stretched out on the mat, my thoughts returned to
Leggy. What an interesting character he was. Computer smart, badass rock star
and literate. With his lean body, I’d be willing to bet he was a runner. Not
that I was looking too closely at his physique—okay, busted. Perhaps just a
little bit. And running into him at a bookstore, a beautiful specimen of a man
among my biggest weakness—books. A turn-on of turn-ons.
    Sundays also gave me more time to use the whirlpool and
sauna in the ladies locker room. I took off my towel in the sauna, lay upon it
and closed my eyes. The heat felt almost oppressive at first, but then I grew
accustomed to it.
    Naked and alone, guess who I pictured? His hands running
up my leg. Slowly from my ankle, up past my knee. And then up over my thigh,
finding their way to my inner thigh. Stopping there to circle the soft flesh.
So sensitive that the slightest touch almost made them quiver.
    Moving up my body, he planted himself above me. My body
ached with need for him deep within me. But when he leaned in to kiss me,
sensation shot up to my lips. He kissed so light and slow at first it was
almost tortuous. I pressed my lips harder against his, wanting more. Although
he tried to resist my growing hunger for more, he relented, putting one hand
behind my head to pull me closer while he penetrated my mouth with his
exquisite tongue. He kissed me deeper now and my need for him increased even
more. I wanted more from him. I needed more.
    Opening my eyes, I scanned the surroundings trying to
reorient myself. Oh yeah, I was still in the sauna. Was I this hot from the
heat or from my fantasy?
    I should have taken a cold shower to cool off, but instead I
turned the water on as hot as I could stand it and savored the heat descending
over my body. Again, when I closed my eyes, my fantasies took over. I ran one
hand down over my breast, envisioning Leggy’s intense hazel eyes watching me,
that seductive combination of brown and green that reminded me of the colors of
the forests in the White Mountains. It should be his hand. I ran my hand
further down my torso, down over my belly.
    He should be the one touching me right now. And then
I was there, right there.
    No! You can’t do this here. You’re in public. You’re at
your gym.
    I turned the water to a cooler setting and rinsed