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Billie
I takea huge sip of my chocolate milkshake. It gives me brain freeze. My head screams out in pain. But at least it’s stopped me from thinking about Cyrus naked.
“What was that?” I say, squinting through the headache.
“I was asking how you got into nursing?” he says.
I bite my lip. Suddenly my mind is a total blank. I’m acting like such a doofus. “You know,” I say, “the usual way.”
“Which is?”
He takes a large bite of his waffle. I don’t hold it against him that he ordered it with vanilla ice cream. Some people are just basic. Cyrus makes up for it though in other ways.
“Things,” I say, “places…people…”
Damn. I’ve forgotten what I'm talking about.
What was the question?
The slightest glimpse of his tongue and I'm a total wreck. I can't help but think what it would be like to have him lick maple syrup off my body. Head to toe.
Fortunately, his phone starts to ring. It’s been doing that a lot. He says it’s a work thing. But the look on his face tells me it might be something more significant.
It’s easy to forget he’s a biker.
Today he’s not even wearing the leather vest. He’s just in jeans and a tight black tee that really shows off his amazing physique.
I sip my milkshake and stare at his huge tattooed biceps and I wonder what kind of work it is he does.
Is he a drug dealer?
Does he sell guns to underage kids?
I should really ask him. but, instead, something totally different pops out of my mouth.
“I like your arms,” I say.
Oh. My. God!
Could I get any worse?
Cyrus smiles and shakes his head. “One hundred percent natural,” he says.
“They’re really… big.”
Please, bury me now.
His phone rings again and this time he lets out a long, deep sigh. “I’m sorry, Billie. It’s my boss. I really have to take it. Do you mind?”
I tell him it’s fine. I’m a nurse for god's sake. If there’s anyone who should know about being called into work at the last minute, it’s me.
Cyrus picks up the phone and heads outside.
I watch him through the window.
In a way, it’s nice to have a little space. I can let out my tummy. Take a few deep breasts. Try and pull myself together.
