Rock Me Senseless (Rock Star Erotic Romance) (Rock Me #1) by Juliette Jaye

Rock Me Senseless
    I always find it interesting to think about what my life was like before I opened that email. Before that moment, everything was different. I was in college, in the second year of doing a journalism degree. I’d come home, and figured I’d check my email before starting on the paper that was due the next day.
    Little did I know, as I sat down at my office chair and desk in the corner of my bedroom, that in a few minutes I was going to read the words that were going to change my life forever. I opened up the lid of my laptop, plugged the computer in and clicked on the email icon on my desktop.
    My fingers drummed on the table as the emails began to slowly pour in. I remember the next few moments clearly, as if it was yesterday. His name popped up in the from field, with the simple subject line “hey”.
    I ignored every other message on my screen. My eyes were drawn to this one. In fact, part of me thought it must of been a joke. Maybe it was a coincidence, an email from a spammer who just happened to use the same name. After all, that was possible, wasn’t it?
    It was funny, a part of me wanted to open the email immediately and scan its contents, knowing what the email actually said, and another part of me wanted to just sit here and ignore it. After all, if I didn’t know what it said, the words couldn’t hurt me, right?
    Eventually, as it always did, curiosity got the better of me. I double clicked the email, and the words immediately flooded the page. My eyes coursed down the page, savoring every single word as if it was a rich, luxurious desert. This was definitely not an email from a spammer.
    I’m not sure how many times I read the email. I know it was at least three times. Whenever I would finish it, I would go back to the beginning, and start reading once more, making sure I didn’t miss a single word. A part of me couldn’t really believe this had happened. I’d given up on this happening, years ago. But now, here it was.
    Memories immediately began flooding back to me. I thought about the man who had sent me the email, and I thought about what he must be like now. It had just been so long since we’ve known each other, I wondered how he would be different.
    First it was my childhood that came back to me though, since that was when we had originally known each other. We had such a history, for the short six years during which we knew each other. Those six years felt like both an eternity, and an eternity ago. In reality, those six years ended eleven years ago. Just over half my lifetime ago.
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    Everything had started when we were in grade 1. I didn’t know it at the time, but he was a year older than me. A December baby, his mother had decided that he would start school with the kids a year younger than him, as the parents of December babies so often did.
    We weren’t in the same class, but the way our elementary school worked, at recess all of the kids in the same grades played together in different parts of the playground. My best friend at the time was Deanna Cole. We’d been friends for an eternity, ever since we were three years old and in preschool together. That was almost 3 full years this point.
    If there is one thing Deanna loved, it was playing in the sandbox. I was personally more partial to the monkey bars, and I remember that on this particular day rather than joining Deanna in making sand castles, I went over to the other part of the playground and played on the monkey bars for a while. There were three sets on the playground, and I was about to tackle the hardest one for the first time. I was halfway across, my little arms desperate to reach the next rung, when all of a sudden I heard a squeal. I knew that squeal better than anybody, it was Deanna.
    Without thinking, I dropped to the ground. I ran, with all the fury six-year-old could muster, over to the sandbox where I knew she was. What I saw was a boy, a boy I’d seen on the playground before about who must