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<sup>Arms moved to wrap even snugger around the young man's middle, her head slowly lowered to rest against his back as they cruised by, using his back to keep the wind from powering into her face. They sped along and she felt her stomach leap, it wasn't that she was scared per say, it was just that they were going awfully fast and she had no control over the situation. As much as she hated to admit it she was a bit of a control freak, always wanting to be in control of every aspect of her life. She figured the young man knew what he was doing but still she couldn't help but feel a little insecure on the back of the speeding bike, knowing it was all completely out of her control.

Soon he slowed and they pulled into a spot alongside the road. Her head lifted off his back and she looked over toward the restaurant with a little smile and wide eyes "woah..packed out" she said with a little laugh, her eyes moving to gave at the man. She nodded in agreement when he said he didn't feel like waiting "Your cooking sounds fine to me" she said with a little laugh. She'd been looking forward to escaping the back of the bike. She knew after a while she'd grow used to it and get over whatever this little thing was. Part of her wanted to drive but she'd only driven one once before and it had been a dirt bike, on a track. She'd actually shown up most the guys...until she'd wiped out big time. She'd always thought that any broken bones she'd get would be from horses but her first broken arm had been from a stupid dirt bike. She doubted that he driving now would go over so well but maybe she'd have him teach her how in the future.

The young man started the bike up again and the headed back onto the road. It seemed like they'd just started by the time they reached the apartment complex. As he parked she looked up and a grin spread her lips "You live in the same place as me" she laughed, she wasn't sure why she was so surprised, the town was small after all. She figured most everyone probably lived here. She didn't spend much time here though so she wasn't sure who all exactly lived here. She was sure she'd find out at some point, she had after all only lived here a week or so.

Nathaniel killed the engine and August slid off the bike, her heels clicking against the cement as she stepped back. She looked at him with a grin "You realize you look really sexy on a bike" she said with a little laugh, removing the helmet from her head before handing it over to him. August shook her head, shaking her hair out, knowing it would be flat after having the helmet on it. After the simple shake of her head some volume returned to her hair. She tucked a thick strand behind her ear, leaving the golden hoop in her ear revealed. She smiled at him "Shall we?" she asked, wondering which apartment was his.</sup>

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<sub>Nathanial nodded when she accepted his offer to cook. He turned the bike back onto the road and starting off in the direction of his apartment, hoping they wouldn't get lost. He was a pretty safe driver, particularly when he had a pretty girl with him. He wouldn't dare take unnecessary risk when he had someone else's life dependent on him. He'd never been in an accident in all four years he'd been driving the motorcycle, for which he was thankful. He was quite aware of the risks involved in driving the motorcycle, but he just wasn't ready to give the bike up yet. He figured if he ever decided to marry and have kids he'd get a car like a normal person, but for now he liked it.

Within a couple minutes he was pulling to a stop in a parking space out in front of the small apartment complex. The girl sitting close behind him lifted her head off his back and looked up realizing she lived in the same building. He laughed a bit, "Then I guess that makes us neighbors," he replied with a nod. He killed the engine as the young woman climbed off from behind him and nudged the kickstand down so he didn't have to hold the bike up himself. He pulled the helmet from his head, somewhat shocked by the cold air that hit him, contrasting with the warmth of the helmet. He took her helmet after she'd pulled it off and handed it to him, setting it in the compartment he'd added to the bike when he'd gotten it so he'd have someplace to put whatever he happened to be carrying around.

He chuckled when she called him sexy, wishing he had his helmet back to hide how red that his ears had turned. He hoped she wouldn't notice, it was sort of silly after all, but he couldn't help it. He'd had a few girls he'd been involved with over the years, but there was still a part of him that sat in his old bedroom, admiring his Star Wars collection and having never even talked to a girl. He gulped a bit and swung his leg over the bike and stood to his full height, starting toward the stairwell. "Right this way," he said, running a hand through his hair so it didn't look as helmet-headed. He took the steps a couple at a time, unable to climb stairs any other way, stopping at each landing to let her catch up to him.

Once they'd reached the third floor he grinned a bit, "Sorry for the climb." She was obviously athletic though to be a jockey, like most of them she probably didn't have an inch of fat on her and was surely in impeccable shape. He doubted she'd even be at all short of breath from the climb. His was the only apartment on the top floor and he moved to the dark green door, unlocking it before walking in, holding the door for her. He hoped she didn't find the apartment too shabby. It certainly was no palace. The window covering the north wall had the curtains drawn and his bed was unmade, having not expected he'd be entertaining a guest. The only place to really sit would be either in the chair by the desk or on the bed. There wasn't any room for a sofa, which was one of the disadvantages to the small space.

He pulled open the refrigerator door and reached for a carton of eggs. "Do you like omelets," he questioned, hoping she wasn't a vegan. He wasn't sure what he'd do then, he didn't really have any food like that. He figured he could come up with something, but it wouldn't be a lot of fun. If she were to agree to eating an omelet he'd ask how she liked it and start cooking.</sub>

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<sup>August giggled slightly as she watched his ears go red at her comment. She hadn't meant to let the giggle escape but it had been rather adorable and she simply couldn't help herself. She'd never really been around men that turned red over simple flirtatious comments... It was kinda cute. She watched as he rose off the bike and nodded in the direction of the stair case they would be taking. She nodded a little bit and started after him, her heels clicking against the cement as she walked, her hips swaying side to side. She almost walked like a runway model, it wasn't a consistent model walk and she barely even realized she was doing it. It'd been pointed out to her from time to time and she'd get red in the cheeks and deny the fact that she was flaunting herself. She honestly didn't even realize when she did it.

They started up the first flight of stairs, August trailing behind Nate slightly, looking around as she went. She hadn't been to this part of the apartment but it there wasn't much difference, all the buildings looked the same for the most part. Of course there was a stain on the white walls that wasn't there on her building but that was of course to be expected. She realized she'd fallen behind at Mr. Flynn was awaiting her on the landing. She smiled sheepishly and quickly climbed the rest of the stairs, meeting up with him on the landing. They started up the seconds flight of stairs and August was sure not to get left behind this time.

By the third flight of stairs August was getting a little fed up with the climbing. It wasn't that it was tiring, no it was far from that, it was the fact that climbing stairs in heels wasn't the easiest thing to do while keeping a graceful walk. Somehow she was managing, making it look effortless as she climbed the stairs in her decent sized heels. In reality her feet were screaming at her, telling her they needed to stop, that this was the last straw. She was relieved when she realized that this was the last flight of stairs. She climbed the final step, her screaming feet coming to land on top of the landing. She gave the young man a brief smile as he apologized for the climb "It was nothing" she said with a little nod, a simple lie wouldn't hurt. She wasn't even slightly out of breath, in fact in any other shoes the climb would have been just fine.

Nathaniel opened the only door on the third floor and held it for her. She smiled as she slipping past him into the apartment, looking around. The apartment looked much better then her own. August's apartment was still a mess of boxes. The stuff that wasn't in boxes was scattered various places about the two bedroom place. Heck she even had clothes hanging from her ceiling fan. Compared to her own living conditions this place was just fine. She took in the fact that there wasn't many choices as to where she sat so she settled for the bed. She moved toward it, sitting down on the edge of the bed at the foot.

August was wrapped up in her thoughts when he asked her a question. She was ripped from her thoughts and she looked over, not sure she'd actually heard him. She tipped her head to the side, trying to replay the words in her head and finally they came to her. She nodded a little bit "An omelet is fine" she said with a smile.</sup>

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<sub>"Great," Nathanial said with a grin, fishing around one of the cabinets above the counter for a glass bowl. The apartment was being leased to him with the furniture and had included a few basic cooking things, but he'd not been satisfied with them. So he'd boxed it all up so he'd still have it when he moved out and shoved it in the bottom of the closet in the corner, replacing everything with the nicer stuff he'd brought from home. His dad rarely ate at home anyway, usually dining with his girlfriend named of all things Prudence. As far as Nate was concerned they made the perfect couple: Norman and Prudence, it just sounded good to him. Since they'd been together nearly three years he figured they'd get married soon, at which point he'd gain Prudence's three kids from a previous marriage as step siblings.

It was obvious from the couple of pictures in the apartment the Nathanial didn't really have much of a family, his dad being the only person to ever care about him. He'd not seen his mother since he was ten and whatever happened to Miss Audrey LaPierre was a mystery he had no interest in solving. She'd never liked him from the day he was conceived, not even wanting to have the child, but his dad had refused to consent to that. To please him she'd acted like she liked her son whenever Norman was around, but she'd mistreated him the rest of the time. His childhood had not been pleasant, but over the last decade he'd learned to move on from the pain.

Deft hands picked up one egg after another, breaking each one by tapping it against the bowl and carefully letting the contents fall into the bowl. He looked over his shoulder at the young woman sitting on the bed and half smiled, "So have you been living here long?" He was quite curious about this girl, who she was, where she came from. He was quite the inquisitive sort, unable to help himself from asking questions.

He listened to her reply, nodding as he poured the contents into the hot skillet on the stove top. He grabbed some shredded cheese out of the fridge, sprinkling a bit into the large omelet cooking in the pan. He focused some on what he was doing, flipping the eggs over with ease. It was obvious he was experienced with cooking in the way he confidently fixed the food. A few minutes later he cut the omelet in two with the spatula and placed a half on each of the plates. He turned off the burner and set the pan in the sink moving to the other part of the room with the plates.

He handed her a plate and fork before moving to the desk. He set down his plate next to the computer for a moment, picking up the chair and turning it around to face her. He took off his jacket as it was sort of warm in the apartment, setting the coat on the dresser next to the desk. He took a bite of his omelet and nodded his head a bit in approval of the taste. He could cook much more complicated dishes, his specialty was a delicious salmon, but fish for breakfast was kind of odd.</sub>

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<sup>August smiled a little bit, sitting on the edge of his bed, sitting back far enough that her feet hung off the edge. She swung her legs back and forth, watching as he cooked. She shrugged a little bit at his question "I've only been here a week" she said with a little bit of a laugh. That wasn't exactly a bad thing though she almost wished she'd been her longer, almost wished she was able to tell him about the place, tell him old stories from growing up here. Alas that was not the case. In reality August had grown up in Kentucky for most of her life, living with her father.

Legs continued to swing back and forth as she watched him move through the kitchen, cooking like he knew what he was doing. August wasn't that great of a cook herself. Sure she could cook your basics, she could make an egg, or a salad, or soup out of a can. She could even bake...out of a box. She just wasn't a master chef like everyone had hoped she'd be. Her step mother was quite the cook and everyone had sort have been hoping that if she cooked alongside her mother she'd sorta pick up on things but no such luck.

The young woman didn't even realize how hungry she'd been until she smelt the smell of the omelet. She imagined that if the so called heaven had a smell it would smell like this omelet did. She hoped that it would taste as good as it smelled. August was in the middle of scanning the few pictures on the wall when the young man approached her, handing out the plate. She adjusted herself better on the bed before taking the plate "Thank you" she said with a bright smile.

August used her fork to cut off a little piece of the omelet and she shoved it into her mouth. It was like fireworks exploding or something. She wasn't sure if it was THAT good or if she was just THAT hungry. She hadn't felt hungry just moments before but now she couldn't wait to swallow up the rest of the omelet. She turned to look at Nate with a grin "So good" she said enthusiastically, moving to take another bite.</sup>

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<sub>Nathanial smiled at her comment, laughing ever so slightly at her facial expressions, not in a mocking way. She just looked to be enjoying herself so much it was kind of humorous. "Glad you like it," he said with a nod, taking another bite of his own piece. He'd never been taught to cook exactly, he'd watched a few cooking shows, which was one of the few things he actually liked to watch TV for, but he'd never had any formal lessons.

Actually his thing with cooking had started shortly after his mother had ran off with her new lover back when he'd been just a kid. His dad couldn't cook at all, he was so awful he burnt toast, and so the newly single father had taken his young son out to eat for breakfast and dinner, lunch too on the weekends. At first the boy had thoroughly enjoyed eating fast food nearly every meal, but the novelty had fast worn off and the fed up little boy decided he was going to learn to cook. He'd done just that and though the fifth grader's food had probably been pretty awful at first he'd gotten better. By the time he was a teenager he'd mastered the art of cooking and after he'd realized he couldn't be a jockey he'd thought about culinary school. He'd eventually decided against it and took up his dad's profession, and he liked what he did.

He noticed she'd been eying the picture of him when he was fourteen, much smaller back then. He'd never expected to get any bigger, what had gone wrong he wasn't sure. He was sitting up on one of the horses his dad had worked with for a time in an exercise saddle. He looked quite professional really, his dad standing next to him on foot, grinning with pride for his son. They were standing next to the sign for the track his dad had worked at and in the background you could see some of the mountains in the area, the Salt Lake Temple faintly visible.

He nodded, "Yeah, it's me," he said with a smile, "I've not always been a giant." He cocked his head a bit as he looked at the picture thoughtfully for a moment. "I wanted to be a jockey so badly and then," he glanced down at himself with a chuckle, "Well, it obviously fell through." He took another bite and swallowed before continuing, "So I became a trainer like my dad, Norman Flynn. He's pretty well known in Utah, but unless you've ever spent any time out there you've probably never heard of him." He wasn't quite sure why he had told her all that, but she just had this open look, like he could talk to her or something.

He ate for a couple minutes quietly, just thinking. His eyebrows raised after a minute and he looked at the gorgeous girl, "You aren't by any chance related to Howard Jones are you?" He knew there were like a million people in the horse world by the name of Jones, but she kind of favored the well established trainer he'd met once before. As a matter of fact he'd met him at last year's Kentucky Derby, but it had only been a brief handshake and introduction.</sub>

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<sup>August's eyes fell on a picture on the wall and she couldn't help but smile as she slipped another bite of the heavenly omelet in her mouth. It was a rather tall looking horse with a young boy in his back, beside the horse stood a man, grinning from ear to ear, most likely the father of the boy on the horse. Her thoughts were confirmed as Nathaniel spoke. She listened with a faint smile as she rather greedily shoved omelet into her mouth. It was just too good to be dainty about eating it. She didn't care what he thought, she was going to eat bite after bite, no pauses in between. She was rather disappointed when he mentioned his father as she wasn't sure she'd ever heard of the man. She hated it when that happened, when someone seemed like they should be known but for some reason she couldn't put her finger on who they were. Oh well. She'd heard of Nathaniel himself, didn't that count for something.

Silence came over them for a minute and though her eyes were still on the picture she knew he was looking at her. She could feel his eyes on her. She let him stare for a moment before slowly tipping her head in his direction, offering a smile. Then he spoke, realization seeming to dawn on him and yet he still seemed unsure. He asked about Mr. Howard Jones and if she was in some way related. She looked at him, her head tipping to the side before she slowly grinned "He's my daddy" she said with a little bit of a nod, a fondness in her voice. It was obvious she certainly wasn't ashamed of the man she called her father. In fact by the way she said it it was quite clear that she very much loved her father. She shrugged slightly, looking down at her now empty plate. She hadn't even realized that she'd eaten so much so quickly. She grinned sheepishly, looking at the man for a moment before nodding down at her empty plate "So that was like the best meal i've ever eaten" she said with a little bit of a laugh.

August rose from her spot on the bed and headed towards the small kitchen part of the studio apartment. She flipped on the warm water and rinsed her plate thoroughly so there wasn't a spot left on it before she gently set it in the sink. She flipped the water off and slowly turned around before leaning back against the drain board. She looked around the place, it was small but she rather liked it, it was like his own little clubhouse or something. She was beginning to find herself rather warm and as she moved away from the drain board she slipped off the leather jacket, making her way back to the bed. She lay her jacket across the bed before she flopped down on her side across the bed, laying so she faced him. She pushed blond hair off her face before attempting to tug her shirt down. It had risen up in her flop and now showed off quite a bit of her literally flat stomach. There was no hope in getting it back down as she lay on top of the pulled up shirt. She rolled her eyes, flopping her arm across her side to cover herself up slightly. Attention returned the man and she smiled.</sup>

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<sub>Norman Flynn was, as his son had said, unknown outside of Utah. He made his money training claimers and seemed quite content with that. As a result he'd not had the same exposure as his son. Except for the businessmen from Salt Lake City, the few who weren't Mormon anyway, that drove down to South Jordan looking to gamble off some of their money, no one knew Nathanial's father. Those that did bet at the track though favored his dad's horses for betting on, and usually got a decent pay out.

AJ's father however was much better known than his. He presumed she must be from Kentucky like him. He'd been there several times and thought it was pretty, but to him it looked quite foreign. He'd grown up in the desert, but there were snow capped mountains on the horizon, and a few miles to the north west was the huge natural phenomenon that was the Great Salt Lake. To him it was an awesome place to grow up and he was quite proud of his roots there. There was always the constant question of if he was himself Mormon. His family was indeed descended from the original ones that had come there to be safe from persecution; the young man had been raised with the beliefs, but he'd sort of broken away from the church for the most part. He supposed if he was anything at all though he was a Latter Day Saint.

He speared the last bite of his omelet with some disappointment. It was good if he did say so himself, and the young lady that was sitting on the bed declared it as such. He swallowed the last of his food and then grinned at her comment. He liked to cook for people, to him it was sort of an art and if his food brought people pleasure it made him feel good.

He was surprised that she got up and washed her dish. He hadn't expected her to do that by any means. He scooted his chair back toward the counter a little and extended a long arm, placing the plate gently in the sink. He flicked the water on for a moment, letting the trace bits of egg or cheese wash away before he turned the water back off. He grinned sheepishly at her for being so lazy, but if he had to be stuck with freakishly long appendages he deserved to get some use out of them.

He watched silently as the blond girl sashayed to the bed and flopped herself down. Nearly half her stomach was exposed and he found his eyes drifting over her body before he shamefully dropped his gaze to his feet. He knew better than to stare like that, but he couldn't help it. There were a few women out there that just did that to him and he lost all control of himself. Even so though he resisted the urge to move any nearer as his eyes met hers with a half smile. Her eyes were a stunning shade of blue, but kind of green all at the same time. They were nearly enchanting and he could just stare all day if given such a chance, but he reminded himself such a thing would never be as he leaned back casually, acting as though he was not thinking about her at all.</sub>

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<sup>August watched him with a tiny smile from where she lay on his bed. She realized now how rude it was of her to just flop over on a man's bed, a man she hardly knew for that matter but what was done was done and she couldn't really take the act back. She watched him as his eyes fell on her and she wasn't sure weather she'd just imagined him gulp or if he actually had. She was quite sure she must have imagine it as though she was an attractive girl she didn't find herself gulp worthy.

After a moment his eyes settled on hers and she couldn't help but smile "You're staring at me" she said in a slight whisper, tipping her head to the side just slightly, her eyes staying on his. She wasn't sure what this whole act of hers was. She wasn't being completely herself. She was flaunting more then she usually did and she could catch herself shooting flirty smiles in his direction. Every word that escaped her mouth had a slight purr to it, like she was trying to leer him in or something. She wasn't sure what was coming over her, did she really even have that much of an interest or was she more just looking to have someone to mess around with.

Now she was finding herself gulping. She shook her head a bit, her eyes breaking from his. Slowly she moved to sit up, pulling her shirt back down, covering her skin. There was that awful sexual tension that she'd thought she'd escaped when she'd gotten out of high school. It was almost as if she wasn't sure weather she should leave, weather she should speak or weather she should lean in towards him for the kill. She hadn't felt this unsure about what to do since, well, high school. Normally she acted on any sorts of feelings, most the time just lust, and she didn't really care weather she hurt the man later on cause she was going to have her fun with them then. But for some reason this man was different, he was a high and mighty trainer, he wasn't just some silly barn hand. She was questioning herself probably because she knew she had respect for the man across from her and she hoped he'd have respect for her too.

Slowly her arms folded over her chest and eyes turned back to him. She smiled "You're still staring" she said with a little bit of a laugh, pushing whatever that tension had been moments before aside. She just needed to be herself and whatever happened would happen. She crossed her legs in a rather lady like manner, looking at him. Again she caught herself almost gulping but she forced herself not to. What was this!? She was like some sex hungry teenage boy all of the sudden!</sup>

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<sub>Nathanial tore his eyes away, staring at his CD collection on the dresser without really looking at it. He only owned thirty albums and if one were to look closely they'd notice that all of them were by Jimmy Buffett. He loved all sorts of music, but the only CD's he bought were by him, though some other stuff could be found on his iPod. He didn't care that his music choices were a little odd, he liked what he liked and no comments about the strangeness of it could sway his opinion that Jimmy Buffett was awesome.

His eyes moved back to the lovely girl on the bed. His bed. He knew all it would take was a few simple movements and he could easily be on top of her. She was so tempting, the way she walked around with her hips swaying and gave that sexy little smile at him. He had no idea why she would do all that for him. Even his former girlfriends hadn't gone that far and they supposedly dug him. Surely this chick was just desperate or something because quite frankly he was nothing to be impressed by as far as he was concerned.

He shrugged as she whispered to him that he was staring and he smiled a bit. "Yeah," he said quietly as his hands slid into his pockets, "I know." He was quite aware of the matter at this point and he'd given up on fighting that urge to keep his eyes away. He didn't mean to be disrespectful, that was hardly his intent, but really what sort of harm could it cause? Make him want her more, perhaps.

He gave some thought over the matter as she sat up, pulling her shirt down so he could no longer eye the pale skin of her stomach. He was both thankful and not, unsure whether covering herself back up was good or bad. He let out a deep sigh as he mulled over the whole matter. The instinctive part of him, the side completely controlled by lust, was just screaming at him to go for it, telling him there was no shame in it. But the part that was beyond just another man that took advantage of any girl he could get his hands on, it was saying something quite different. Reminding him that this woman was a human being with thoughts and feelings and emotions. She deserved respect and he couldn't use her. It wasn't fair to her and he knew that.

He laughed smugly at her comment and rested his long legs on the dresser, crossing them. He cocked his head and grinned, "You wouldn't know that if you weren't staring right back." He moved his legs off the dresser and slowly stood, "I think we'd probably best get you back to the stable. Let you get your car," he nodded his head firmly, acting as though he was positive this was the necessary course of action.</sub>

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<sup>August watched as his eyes shifted towards the stack of CDs and her blue eyes followed his gaze. She couldn't really see what they were as the text on the sides of the CDs was rather small. She didn't really care what his music taste was as she wasn't a picky person and like just about anything. Her gaze turned back to him and she realized that his gaze had turned back to her. She smiled a little bit, winking at him in a flirty matter. She wasn't quite sure why she was being such a flirt but she was and she couldn't really help herself.

Aj couldn't help but giggle when he accused her of staring right back and slowly she nodded "Maybe I am" she said, that same little purr to her voice. She half frowned, telling herself to stop it with the purr, she was sounding desperate. She really wasn't but oh well, it was the direction things were going. She watched as he stood and she frowned slightly, listening to the words that followed. Well fine then. What fun was he.

Eyes rolled and she slowly moved to stand "How come?" she asked with a little bit of a grin, stepping in closer to him. She wasn't sure why she was interested. He was cute, she'd give him that, but she barely knew the guy. He was tall, she liked that. His face was much like a boys but at the same time not, he was adorable, she had to give him that.

Finally she shrugged with a little smile "Fine" she murmured and moved towards the door after grabbing her jacket from the bed. She wasn't sure why he insisted on getting her back but it didn't matter. She'd go if he wished to be ride of her...</sup>

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<sub>Nathanial's grayish blue eyes stared down at her, questioning his reasoning. What was wrong with him? He had this gorgeous girl offering herself to him and here he was pushing her away. But the thing was he barely knew this girl and as tempting as it may sound Nathanial just couldn't have sex with her. It would be completely meaningless and if all he wanted was that he could just find a prostitute. To him there needed to be some sort of significance behind what he did with a woman in his bed.

A shrug swept his broad shoulders and he sighed as she stepped in nearer. She was really pressing his faith in his own ability to maintain his principle of not treating women as objects. He swallowed causing his Adam's apple to bob like crazy, how did you explain to someone that you didn't want to have sex without offending them. "Look, you're a really beautiful girl and you don't deserve to be used, particularly not by the likes of me," he said, his eyes on hers. He had to stare down at her and he hoped he didn't look beastly or something.

He turned to his closet, pulling a black windbreaker off of a hanger. As he strode to where she stood, the young blond looking quite testy, he pulled the thin jacket over his broad shoulders. He offered a half smile at her and reached for the keys that he'd left on the kitchen counter. He found himself hesitating a bit, staring out of the corner of his eye at her, again debating his handling of the situation. A little shudder shook him as he moved to the door, hoping he wouldn't regret this as he pulled it open, holding the door for her.</sub>

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<sup>August looked up at the young man as he gazed down at her. She'd questioned why she needed to leave now and though she hadn't expected an answer she was going to get one. Blue eyes never left his as he spoke and slowly she shrugged "Your loss" she said in a little bit of a whisper. A little wink in his direction followed her words and she slowly moved towards the bed, grabbing her leather jacket. She pulled the jacked on and grabbed her bag which she'd abandoned on the floor near the bed. She slipped the black strap over her head and made her way over to the door, leaning against the wall near it as she waited for him.

Eyes continued to watch Nate as he moved to grab his jacket, slipping it on before coming over to her. She offered him a smile as he reached for the door handle "No hard feelings, right?" she asked quietly, hoping he wasn't mad at her for basically throwing herself in his direction. She nodded a little bit and they moved out the door. She followed behind him for a moment, heels clicking against the ground. She realized she'd again fallen behind and she picked up speed to catch up. Thank goodness going down stairs wasn't as hard as going up. They started down the three flights of stairs, August resting her hand against Nathaniel's arm to steady herself, not wanting to just topple over in her shoes.

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<sub>His loss. He supposed that was true, he was missing out and to be quite honest he hadn't gotten any in a while. He'd been so busy working he hadn't had time for a girlfriend. He missed that though, missed having someone who cared about him aside from family. This girl seemed quite interesting to Nathanial, but particularly considering the way she'd acted the past few minutes she wasn't looking for a relationship. But that's what he wanted and he wasn't sure if a friend with benefits would be satisfying to the young man. In some ways yes, but being the clingy thing he was he would get hurt.

Nate shook his head when she asked if there were any hard feelings. "None," he replied as he ducked through the doorway, stopping to lock the door before heading to the stairwell. It didn't bother him that a pretty girl was throwing herself at him, heck it completely stroked his ego, but he still refused to use her. He took the steps a couple at a time until he remembered she couldn't keep up with that and he paused for her, adjusting his stride. He let her use his arm for support as the descended the steps. Though he'd never worn high heels they didn't look very comfortable. If he were her he'd take them off, but he supposed this didn't occur to her.

Once they emerged back on the ground he moved to his bike, swinging one leg over and sitting down, reaching for his helmet. He offered the other to her as he pushed his down over his curly head of hair, interlocking his fingers and cracking them before fishing the keys out of his pocket and inserting one into the ignition. He turned a bit to face her, "Are you good," he asked and nodded at her reply, kicking up the kickstand and hitting the gas, starting to head back toward the main road.

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August wandered down the stairs, slowly taking each step, taking longer on the stairs then probably needed. After a moment she rolled her eyes and paused, leaning over she picked up one of her feet, grabbing the shoe by the heel and pulling it off her foot. The next shoe followed and as she held the two shoes in her hands by their heels she started down the stairs, no longer needed to hold onto the arm of the young man. Now she was able to go faster and they reached the bottom of the stairs in record time. She looked over at him and smiled a little bit, starting over to the bike.

Leaning against the bike just slightly August lifted her big messenger bag and slipped her shoes into it so she wouldn't have to carry them nor wear them, her feet were screaming at her anyway. She grabbed hold of the helmet and slipped it onto her head, buckling it in place before swinging her leg over the bike, gracefully sitting herself down on it. She got onto the bike like she'd get onto a horse, it was quite humorous yet quite appealing at the same time. Her arms wrapped around his middle once again, preparing herself for the ride back to the barn. She found it rather funny that she'd be returned to her car only to come back to the complex but she would be needing her car in the morning so it was the only way.

The engine roared to life and they headed from the parking lot back onto the road. As they zoomed along August debated saying something but trying to be louder then the breeze that buzzed by them as they drove just didn't sound appealing so she sat in silence, arms around him, her head against his back. It seemed a lot faster of a ride this time and they reached the barn. August's head picked up as they pulled into the gravel lot outside the barn, her car still parked in the spot where she'd left it. As he came to a stop she pulled the helmet from her head and handed it back to him as her bare feet made contact with the gravel. She made a face, her nose wrinkling as she reached into her bag, pulling out her shoes, dropping them onto the ground before slipping her feet into them. She smiled a little bit "Thank you sir" she said in a pleasant manner "I'm sure we'll be seeing each other around" she grinned and stepped back, waving her fingertips at him before heading over to her car, slipping in.

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After stopping for another breve at the little coffee shack nearby she arrived back at the apartment complex. She was still beating herself up over the fact that she'd come off so desperate to the young man. As much as she'd just love to push the whole incident aside she couldn't. She just couldn't get over how stupid she must have looked and what he thought of her now. She really wasn't just some slut...really. The black Camry pulled into the parking spot assigned to their apartment. Bryn didn't drive so August automatically got claim over the spot. A sigh escaped as August killed the engine and she looked up at the tall apartment building before her. Today had started well but after earlier this morning she just couldn't wait for it to be over.

The door to the car opened and August's black pump covered foot made contact with the cool cement of the parking lot. She grabbed hold of her cup of coffee as well as a CD sitting on the passenger seat before pulling herself from the car. The door was kicked shut and a scratch was left on it from her heel but she didn't care, the car was already a mess. She made her way over to the stairs and started up them. She only had to climb one flight as her apartment was located on the second level. She reached the door and tried it but it was locked, that meant Bryn probably wasn't home. She rolled her eyes, she wasn't sure where the girl disappeared off to during the day but somehow she managed to vanish. She shrugged away the thoughts and awkwardly slipped her key into the handle, trying not to drop anything in her hands. In a minute or two the sticky lock had been beat and August opened the door, slipping inside. Waiting right inside the door was an overweight orange tabby that looked up at her through slightly squinted green eyes. August startled and then laughed at herself, she should have suspected he'd be waiting, she hadn't fed him lunch yet.

The door to the apartment was left open so that the cat could slip out and have a little explore about the second landing. He was an old guy, fat and lazy, and August knew he wouldn't be attempting to go up or down any stairs. Sure enough though the cat was quite pleased to go out and explore the outdoors, even if it was just the landing outside his front door. The fat cat slipped out cautiously, looking around. He lowered his nose to the ground sniffing before sitting down right in front of the door, guarding it much like a dog might. August dropped her messenger bag in her messy room and wandered into the box filled apartment. She shook her head, that would be what the rest of her day would be spent doing, unpacking the rest of her belongings. She moved back towards her room after setting the CD on the kitchen counter. In the room she dumped quite a bit of cat food in the cat's bowl and it became apparent why the old guy was so chubby...

ooc| There I tried to keep it going. I don't know if you want to reply to it. You don't have to. But I left the opportunity there xD