The Dimple of Doom (Samantha Lytton) by Woodhull Lucy

Author:Woodhull, Lucy [Woodhull, Lucy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi
Publisher: Total-E-Bound Publishing
Published: 2013-08-01T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eleven

Romance Novels Lead to Tragedy

“You are forever licking my breasts.”

“You’re forever dribbling and rendering them delicious.”

Nate continued collecting the bits of pastry littering my chest—typical breakfast time at this point in our dynamic.

“Can you splash me some coffee?” he asked.

“I am not pouring hot beverages on my tits.” Giggling, I pushed his face away.

“So what shall we do today?” The look in Nate’s eyes gave a clear indication of what he’d like to do today.

I furrowed my brow. “Is sex all you think about?”

“It’s all I think about around you. Is that a bad thing?”

I shook my head and smiled. “No. No! I just—I’m restless. My life is on hold. As much as I would like to pretend this can go on indefinitely, it can’t.”

“This…what?” He dropped his eyes to the bed.

This dream. This non-couplehood. This never-ending room service. “This being on the run.”

He got up and grabbed a pair of jeans. “I’ll scan the news online and see if there’s anything about the arrest of Oliver. I forgot to do that yesterday.” He opened his mouth to say more, but turned away.

I hugged my knees to my chest, and watched him take out his laptop and sit at the desk. My jangling nerves made every movement seem as slow as possible. Murmuring “Ugh,” I fell over and lolled about on the soft sheets.

“Are you going to just lie there ‘ugh’-ing at me? Go away. Take a bath or something,” Nate snapped waspishly. “If he’s arrested, and you’re free of me, I’ll let you know post haste.”

Brushing the last bits of breakfast off my skin, I did as he’d bidden, staring at the back of his head and wondering how we’d gone from passionate to petulant so quickly. It was more fun the other way around.

As I dropped myself into the dreamy bath water, I suddenly remembered the dream I’d had last night. It had started at a school dance in the gym—me in a circle of awkward teenage girls bopping to ‘Achy Breaky Heart’. The lingering smell of adolescent sneakers had puckered my nostrils. Nate had approached me and asked me to dance. He’d looked gorgeous and his current age, even though dream me had been thirteen and dotted with enough pimples to grease a twelve-cylinder engine. I had been OMG dying to boogie with him, but I’d had to go to the bathroom in the worst way. I had freaked out, running around the school to find an open restroom—they had all been locked. Finally, I had sprinted back to the gym to tell Nate to please wait for a slow dance with me—my only jam at that moment had been the Pee Pee Dance. Nate had pointed to a spot under the basketball hoop where a long row of toilets sat in the open. He had expected me to go do my business in front of everyone.

That was when I had woken up.

This dream was surely no more than an icky combination of oestrogen, the chemicals in red hair dye and terror over my dubious future.

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