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with another man before that was so
focused on a woman’s body. If we weren’t actually
fucking, and if we weren’t talking, Zane’s mouth was
always busy on my skin. Kissing or licking… sometimes, just
rubbing his cheek over my skin while he hummed with approval and
murmured, “So soft.”
    Sex with Zane
Kavanaugh was unparalleled.
    It won’t be
able to be reproduced.
    I’ll never
have that again in my life.
    We live on different
continents, and we won’t have anything between us but talk.
    No touch…
just conversation and friendship.
    It takes me less
than a second to click on the reply button—my mind made up. I
may not be able to have with Zane what I really want, but I will take
the friendship he is offering. I like him… a lot. As a person,
as a friend, but sadly again never as a lover.
    But this would be
enough. It would have to be.
     
    To: Zane
Kavanaugh
    From: Cady Dunne
    Subject: Who
Needs Regrets
    Date: August 30,
2014
     
    Shock probably
isn’t a good enough word over seeing your email in my inbox,
but you’ll be happy to know that it was a good kind of shock.
You know… like the type you receive when you walk into your
house unsuspecting that your family is throwing you a surprise party
for your 21 st birthday. You first get that
jolt of surprise, followed by a moment where your stomach bottoms
out, which precedes a sharp scream that tears out of your throat,
then supreme joy over realizing what was going on.
    Not that I have
any experience with that.
    That’s
certainly how I felt when I saw your email.
    Yes, I would love
to continue on a friendship with you. I can imagine your schedule is
hectic, but I’m here to listen to any tirades over a loss (not
that I expect you’ll be losing many games) or if you want to
dish about the latest celebrity gossip. I’m really not sure
what a friendship with you would entail, seeing as how you would
officially be my very first
male-friend-that-I-had-sex-with-before-I-decided-to-become-friends-with-him.
It puts you in a solely unique category, and I figure this will
evolve over time. Who knows… maybe I’ll be able to piss
and moan to you over my period cramps and you can confess to me your
secret love of romance novels or something. I’ll be your
confidant so to speak.
    Well, I’m
off to get some dinner and then head back to bed to sleep off this
jet lag. Classes start tomorrow, and I have to appear somewhat
intrigued by what the professors will be talking about.
    Cheers,
    Cady

    I sit back in my
chair and sip at my tea, letting my eyes roam over my response a few
times. I want it to sound friendly… because that’s what
this is. A friendship.
    But I don’t
hit the send button yet because a part of me is a bit
dissatisfied with what I’m not saying. Zane clearly had no
problem referencing the intimacy we shared. He just laid it out
there… the fact that his face was between my legs and he was
balls deep inside of me. Those images flit through my mind, making my
skin feel warm and flushed. He wants a friendship, but he shared
intimate memories.
    Perhaps I should do
the same… just so he knows that I very much loved everything
that we did together that night.
    I may end up driving
myself crazy by engaging in this foolishness, but I just can’t
help myself. I start typing.
     
    P.S. I remember
fondly and in a totally squirm-in-my-seat kind of way what you did to
me with your face between my legs. It was transcendental, and I will
be revisiting that memory on many a cold and lonely night.
     
    My lips twitch, and
then I smile full blown. Let him think on that and consider what I’m
feeling right now. A friendship across this distance, after what we
shared with each other, is going to be difficult.
    It’s going to
be interesting, but damn… there’s going to be
frustration.

Chapter 4
     
    Zane
    September
     
    I hear the chime
indicating the plane has reached above ten-thousand feet, so I reach
down to my backpack under the seat in front of me,