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"Do you ever get to actually create stuff? Like from your own ideas?"

"Sometimes. I've created some tile designs for floors and backsplashes. And last year we had this lady who wanted some unique lightning for her kitchen but couldn't find anything so I made her some light fixtures out of these antique jars she had in her basement. Jake did the wiring. He's better with electrical stuff than me."

"Did she like it? The light fixture?"

"She liked it so much she gave me a gift card for the guitar store, even after she'd paid us for the job. She knew I was in a band. She still calls me sometimes just to say how much she loves that light fixture. The jars used to be her mom's so now she gets to see them every day."

"You should do more of that stuff."

"I will if I get the opportunity. That's the kind of thing I'd like to do more of. It's a lot more fun than hanging drywall."

We're both still gazing out the window at the steady rain. She's curled up in front of me, my arm around her.

I like this. Being with her like this. Talking to her. I've never once laid in bed and talked to a girl after sex. I either fall asleep or get up and leave. So this is new for me. I also never talk that much about myself. Not because I don't want to, but because girls usually aren't interested. They're dating me because I'm in a band, and a Wheeler, and they like how I look. They don't care about my job, or my past, or anything else personal.

"So how about you?" I ask. "Any ideas for what you want to do?"

"No." She laughs. "I have absolutely no idea. I thought I'd be doing—" She stops suddenly, then says, "I mean, I guess maybe something in sports or fitness. Those are the things that interest me the most. But really, I have no idea."

"When do you have to pick a major?"

"I'm not sure. I'd have to ask my advisor. For now, I'm just taking general classes." She takes a deep breath. "I don't want to talk about school. Talking about it stresses me out." She scoots back and presses into me. "I just want to lie here and watch the rain."

The feel of her body pressed against mine has my dick ready to go again. It was already halfway there just lying next to her but now that it feels her ass rubbing against it, it's throbbing, wanting inside her again.

"You up for a workout?" I ask, my hand sliding down between her legs.

"I already worked out today." She grinds her ass into me and I see the side of her mouth turn up.

"I haven't. And you doing what you're doing right now tells me you might be interested. If not, that's fine, but you can't keep your ass there."

She flips over and gets on top of me, straddling me, and showing off those full, beautiful breasts.

"Is this better?" She smiles.

I smile back. "Yeah. That'll work."

She reaches over to her nightstand and gets a condom and puts it on me, her hand working me as she does. I grab her ass and position her and she sinks down on me. Shit, she feels good. And now I get to look at her, and touch her.

She leans down and I kiss her, then say, "Just a reminder, I work out for at least an hour a day."

She smiles, and I kiss her again and we resume our workout. Fuck the gym. This is way better.

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