It’s almost 2am here, I should get to bed. Why are you keeping me up like this, girl?”
ReNasty: “Mmhmm. So you’re pulling the time difference excuse?”
T.K.Oh: “Yes. Yes I am.”
ReNasty: “Whatever. Go to sleep. Tell me how this shopping thing goes.”
T.K.Oh: “You know I will.”
I tried to force myself to get a few hours of sleep, even though my brain wouldn’t stop running wild until nearly 4AM. At a little after seven in the morning, on a Sunday, my alarm woke me up, and I spent the next hour showering and getting ready for the shopping meet up with Avery. I was nervous about being around him, but I couldn’t let that affect whether I could deliver a good result.
When I climbed into my car to meet Avery at the mall, I stuck my key in the ignition and turned, like always. I got… nothing, except a strange sputtering, choking sound. Confused, I turned it again. I had just gotten my car back from the mechanic the day before. How the hell could it not be working?
I don’t have time for this shit.
I pulled out my cell to call a car, and forty-five minutes later, I was finally walking into the front entrance of the mall to meet Avery. He was waiting in the atrium, talking to someone on his phone, and he stood, smiling when he saw me approaching.
This is bullshit .
Annoyance crept over me at how good Avery looked in a tee shirt and basketball shorts, and tennis shoes that looked brand new. The muscles of his arms bulged a little against the crisp white sleeves of his shirt, making them more pronounced, and I certainly wasn’t the only person who took notice. Alone, I caught a few people stealing second and third appreciative glances at him as they passed, and the people in pairs or groups would point him out to their friends, blushing and giggling behind their hands. Avery either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. I stayed a few feet away until he ended his call, then approached me with a pensive smile.
“Sorry I’m a little late. I ran into some unexpected trouble this morning. Are you ready to shop?” I asked, giving him a warm smile of my own, hoping to put him at ease.
He grimaced a little, scratching at the thick, freshly groomed layer of hair on his chin. “I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?”
I wrinkled my nose, giving him an apologetic shake of my head. “Unfortunately….”
“Yeah, I thought so,” he chuckled. “In that case… let the shopping begin.”
— & —
“Please tell me this is over,” Avery groaned as he stepped out of the dressing room, back in his normal clothes. Shopping was apparently not his idea of a good time, but I was having a blast sending him in and out of dressing rooms with arms full of clothes to try on and watch him model— if it could be called that. I could tell Avery was suffering through this trip, but it was a necessary part of the Matched process. He would thank me when he impressed his date without having to wear a tailored suit. However, seeing him this morning, looking like hot sex in basketball clothes, Avery looked impressive in anything.
I gave him my most sympathetic smile as we exited the store, heading back to the front of the mall. “Yeah, we can call it a day, since you’re gonna be a baby about it.”
“Whoa now. I’m being a baby?” he asked, scowling.
“Yeah, you kinda are,” I nodded. “You’ve been huffing and puffing for the last hour.” I shook my head, smirking as I dug in my purse for my phone.
“So you’re not gonna mention that I was a good sport for the first three hours of this trip? You’ve had me out here hopping from store to store since 9AM!”
I shrugged. “But you’re gonna look great for your dates. Don’t you feel good that we accomplished what we set out to do?”
He lifted an eyebrow at me before letting out a heavy sigh. “I guess. What are you doing?” He asked, peering at the screen of my phone, which I was tapping in frustration.
“I’m trying to pull up my contacts so I
ReNasty: “Mmhmm. So you’re pulling the time difference excuse?”
T.K.Oh: “Yes. Yes I am.”
ReNasty: “Whatever. Go to sleep. Tell me how this shopping thing goes.”
T.K.Oh: “You know I will.”
I tried to force myself to get a few hours of sleep, even though my brain wouldn’t stop running wild until nearly 4AM. At a little after seven in the morning, on a Sunday, my alarm woke me up, and I spent the next hour showering and getting ready for the shopping meet up with Avery. I was nervous about being around him, but I couldn’t let that affect whether I could deliver a good result.
When I climbed into my car to meet Avery at the mall, I stuck my key in the ignition and turned, like always. I got… nothing, except a strange sputtering, choking sound. Confused, I turned it again. I had just gotten my car back from the mechanic the day before. How the hell could it not be working?
I don’t have time for this shit.
I pulled out my cell to call a car, and forty-five minutes later, I was finally walking into the front entrance of the mall to meet Avery. He was waiting in the atrium, talking to someone on his phone, and he stood, smiling when he saw me approaching.
This is bullshit .
Annoyance crept over me at how good Avery looked in a tee shirt and basketball shorts, and tennis shoes that looked brand new. The muscles of his arms bulged a little against the crisp white sleeves of his shirt, making them more pronounced, and I certainly wasn’t the only person who took notice. Alone, I caught a few people stealing second and third appreciative glances at him as they passed, and the people in pairs or groups would point him out to their friends, blushing and giggling behind their hands. Avery either didn’t notice, or didn’t care. I stayed a few feet away until he ended his call, then approached me with a pensive smile.
“Sorry I’m a little late. I ran into some unexpected trouble this morning. Are you ready to shop?” I asked, giving him a warm smile of my own, hoping to put him at ease.
He grimaced a little, scratching at the thick, freshly groomed layer of hair on his chin. “I guess I don’t have a choice, do I?”
I wrinkled my nose, giving him an apologetic shake of my head. “Unfortunately….”
“Yeah, I thought so,” he chuckled. “In that case… let the shopping begin.”
— & —
“Please tell me this is over,” Avery groaned as he stepped out of the dressing room, back in his normal clothes. Shopping was apparently not his idea of a good time, but I was having a blast sending him in and out of dressing rooms with arms full of clothes to try on and watch him model— if it could be called that. I could tell Avery was suffering through this trip, but it was a necessary part of the Matched process. He would thank me when he impressed his date without having to wear a tailored suit. However, seeing him this morning, looking like hot sex in basketball clothes, Avery looked impressive in anything.
I gave him my most sympathetic smile as we exited the store, heading back to the front of the mall. “Yeah, we can call it a day, since you’re gonna be a baby about it.”
“Whoa now. I’m being a baby?” he asked, scowling.
“Yeah, you kinda are,” I nodded. “You’ve been huffing and puffing for the last hour.” I shook my head, smirking as I dug in my purse for my phone.
“So you’re not gonna mention that I was a good sport for the first three hours of this trip? You’ve had me out here hopping from store to store since 9AM!”
I shrugged. “But you’re gonna look great for your dates. Don’t you feel good that we accomplished what we set out to do?”
He lifted an eyebrow at me before letting out a heavy sigh. “I guess. What are you doing?” He asked, peering at the screen of my phone, which I was tapping in frustration.
“I’m trying to pull up my contacts so I
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