When I first started at Trinity, I wanted to be a teacher. And who knows… maybe I still do to some extent, but I also have a keen interest in being a deeper part of the system. To work behind the scenes… to be responsible for the success of the institution. I decided to pursue my master’s, which would let me pursue either avenue, and while I very much enjoy my studies, I am so ready to start working in the real world.
After printing my schedule, I delete that message and skim through my other email. Reaching for my cup of tea, it only gets halfway to my lips when I freeze at the email staring at me from my inbox.
The sender’s name says IceCoyote46 and the subject line says: Regrets Are Subjective Anyway.
My heart starts a mad pitter-pattering within my chest cavity, and my skin tingles. I don’t have to open the email to know it’s from Zane.
I stare at it a moment, taking stock of my feelings. When I accepted a sweet kiss from Zane just before he got in the cab yesterday, a feeling of bitter disappointment had risen within me. Not that I had a one-night stand, but that we were parting ways and I wouldn’t see him again. While I knew it was silly to pine after someone I hardly knew, the truth of the matter was, he had been filling my thoughts a lot.
As in… I thought about him the entire flight back to Dublin. One of the reasons I’m so tired is because I could barely sleep. Instead, I replayed everything about our night together, relishing in the memories and the feelings they reproduced.
Not just physical feelings, which caused me to squirm in my seat as I thought about Zane. But emotional feelings, because we did a lot more than just have sex. While we waited for our metaphorical batteries to recharge in between bouts of lusty sex, we talked about everything. His hockey career, my studies… my crazy family, his relatively mild and sedate family. We did this as we lay in bed together, his arms wrapped around me and my head lying on his chest. He made me giggle because his humor is dry and condescending in just the right way. We debated with spirit over the best James Bond, and agreed to disagree that Sean Connery would not be my top pick just as Pierce Brosnan would not be his. He pushed and prodded at me about my dreams after school, causing me to think twice about whether I really wanted to be in educational management, or down in the trenches with the children. It wasn’t something I had thought about lately because I had been so focused on my studies, but he made me remember that it was my love of children that led me on a career path toward teaching in the first place.
Yes, we talked about it all… taking breaks in between our colloquy to start kissing and caressing again, punctuated with deep groans and satisfied smiles when it was all said and done.
Damn, but I’m feeling all out of sorts when it comes to Zane Kavanaugh. My well-laid plan to get in, get laid, and get out doesn’t seem to be working.
I click on his email and open it up.
To: [email protected] (Cady Dunne)
From: [email protected] (Zane Kavanaugh)
Subject: Regrets Are Subjective Anyway
Date: August 29, 2014
Cady,
I realized shortly after you left that maybe there was, in fact, one regret that I might have. And that was in not asking for a way to contact you. I know that sounds weird, seeing as how I live in the States and you live in Ireland, but I figured… we might not be able to see each other, but why can’t we remain friends and keep in contact?
While I fucking loved having my face between your legs and being buried balls deep inside of you multiple times, I also realize that I really liked talking to you. You’re a cool girl, Cady Dunne, and as such… my only real Irish friend. If that makes me sound like a girl, I hope that doesn’t turn you off. If instead it makes me seem very mature, and you’d like to keep up with each other, I say let’s go for it.
The hockey season will be starting soon, and life will be crazy for me. I don’t have any real close friends outside of my teammates, and my time is always limited between practices, games, and travel, but I know I’d always have some time to keep up with how you’re doing.
So yeah… regrets are subjective, and I’ve decided to wipe out that one regret I had. I got your email from Linc and so I am reaching out. Ball is in your court, Irish Lass. You now have my email. If you ever get adventurous, my cell phone is 602-555-1448. Your sweet Irish accent would not be hard to listen to.
Take care,
Zane
As soon as I finish reading, I realize my palms are damp with sweat and my adrenaline is spiking through me. How can I feel such a moment of thrill and elation just from reading an email?
My cheeks heat as I read back through it again, imagining the way his face was, in fact, between my legs. He went down on me as soon as he shut my bedroom door and divested me of all my clothing. He was like a tornado, his hands whipping all around me as he pulled everything off. He was still fully clothed when he pushed me down onto the bed, spread my legs, and brought his mouth to me.
It was the first, but not the last time, that I had screamed out, thankful that Linc and Ever’s bedroom was on the other end of the house. Zane growled in approval over my vocal demonstration and attacked me with his lips and tongue. I came for the second time supremely fast, my thighs clamping onto his head and probably strangling the poor man as he gently licked at me as I fell off my high.
God, he was amazing in bed. I’ve never been 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.”