Page 55 of Heal Me

Him: Hey, yeah. I’m in London.

Me: And what are you doing there?

Him: Shopping.

Me: What do you buy?Him: A new company.

Me: What? Why?

Him: I was bored.

Someone is knocking on the door. I have the urge to run and open it right away, so he doesn't think I was sitting there waiting for him. But I was.

"Just a minute," I shout.

Me: Sorry, have to go. Call you later.

I look at myself in the mirror again, although my reflection has hardly changed in the last thirty seconds.

I open the door.

"Hi." Timur's hands are in the pockets of his black skinny jeans.

His short hair is neatly styled, his white T-shirt is ironed, and he wears a black leather jacket over it. I catch myself thinking that I've seen a guy dressed like this before.

Danylo.

And although Timur looks great, I don't feel the rush of heat that I do next to Danylo.

"Hi," I answer.

"You look great," he slides his gaze down my body and bites his plump lip.

"Thank you." I nod. "You too," I add quickly and leave the room.

"I know a coffee shop, we can go there and have coffee." I don't drink coffee.

"Okay." I say.

I think you need to ask about this in advance. You need to know what your partner likes and what they will never try.

"So you're in your third year, right?"

"Yes." I answer. "And how did you know?"

"I asked my friends about you," Timur smiles.

Did he mean Danylo?

Timur is walking almost close to me.

It wouldn't be nice to move away from him, but it's not nice to have our bodies touching either.

Wait, Amelia, you wanted to sleep with this guy, and now you're uncomfortable with the touch of bare skin?

Yes, I am. There will be no sex. I'm hopeless. I'll never get used to someone new in my life.

"What about you?"

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