Page 58 of Sex Coach

It's never too cold for sexy .

Not when it's you .

You heat up the world .

My face warmed, and I dismissed the immediate thought that he probably flirted with all women like this. If he did, I didn't want to know. If he didn't, well...awesome .

His next reply came up before I could figure out how to respond .

Are we still on for tomorrow ?

The weatherman's droning voice had me glancing at the TV .

I answered back .

As long as I don't end up snowed in before morning. The way these guys are talking, we're having another Snowmaggedeon or something. You'd think it never snowed in New York .

He sent me back a laughing emoji, and my heart flipped a little in my chest. One thing was for certain...whether Jake felt it or not, I was getting in deep. It wasn't sex anymore. Or at least, it wasn't just sex .

Not for me .

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L ater that night,as I sat in my room, I powered up my laptop and started a new document. There were actually two ideas in my head, but only one would work for an article .

At least right now .

I might write the other one, way, way, way down the road, but not anytime soon .

For now though ...

I tapped out the title .

There's Something To Be Said About Anticipation .

Humming under my breath, I wrote the first few lines, then sketched in the rest of the details, giving it enough of an outline that Aunt Blair could get an idea .

Then I sent it off to her .

That done, I turned out the light .

I had something to anticipate myself. Maybe I should take notes .

Jake and I had another date tomorrow, snow be damned .

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