Pulled by Suz Korb

Author:Suz Korb
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: romance, romantic comedy, short story, womens fiction, chick lit, contemporary romance, romantic short story, chick lit short story
Publisher: Ink Hills

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I board the plane and I’m on my way the next day. I’d only slept for a few hours on Sunday so the minute the flight reaches thirty-thousand feet, I pass out from tiredness. I don’t wake until we land eight hours later.

My mother collects me from the airport and drives me home. This really is home. I feel like I’ve left all the bad shit in my life back in England, along with my horrible ex. As we pull into the garage under the brownstone building though, I also feel like I’ve left something good behind in England.

The week goes by quickly. Mom and I do lots of shopping together. Dad is happy to have me home for someone to chat with about photography. The job I’m on holiday away from in England is as a photographer’s assistant. It’s quite fun, but nothing I can’t do here as well.

Just as I’m pondering jobs in America, my phone rings. I look down at the screen I’ve perched on the arm of the overstuffed sofa.

The name Brian appears requesting a FaceTime conversation.

Scooping up the phone I dash up the stairs to my bedroom. It’s funny how Mom and Dad left my room in its uni state. I’d left the country straight after finishing college, so there are old posters on the walls and the springs in my single sized bed are nearly poking through the top of the mattress. I notice this in the form of a sharp pain in my abdomen when I crash down, tummy first, onto my bed.

I hit ‘connect’ on the video call and Brian’s green eyes light upon my screen. “Hello, gorgeous,” he says with a smile. “Have you returned from the land of the brave and the home of the free yet?”

This is the guy I’d had a one night stand with the day before I’d flown here to Washington DC. I remember that being quite a fun morning. “I think you mean land of the free, home of the brave, but I’m not entirely sure. And yes, I’m still here.”

“You’re a rubbish American, then. You definitely don’t belong there if you don’t know the national anthem.”

“Cheeky!” I exclaim into the phone.

We have a great conversation, Brian and I. I’m wondering how this is possible. Why did he even call me? I’d slept with him straight away. Surely he doesn’t think too highly of me. And why is it that I find this unacceptable?

“Brian?”

“Yes?”

“You can believe this or not, but I just wanted you know that I never… I’ve never…” How do I say this so as not to sound false? “I’ve never had a one night stand before you.”

“Correction,” he replies. “You’ve never had a one night stand.”

Eh? What’s he implying?

“I fully intend to see you again, Kara, if you ever get your arse back here to this country. So you see, what we shared wasn’t a one night stand at all.”

Oh joy. Oh rapture. He believes me! And he’s made me feel absolutely wonderful too!

What a guy.

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