� Brian! Listen, I can�t. I�m in Florida! Call Christina or Britney or something. I�ll be here for another few days. I know, it went by so fast. But Nick promised to come visit me,� Heather looked up as Nick came in the room. � What? No. I�m not going. You know how I feel about award shows, Bri. I�m not going.�

Nick sat next to heather on the bed and started kissing on her shoulder. She giggled and shrugged him off. � Brian� wait� no, that�s not what I said. I said I don�t like award shows��

Nick kissed her shoulder again, slowly moving up her neck. � Hang up the phone, Heather,� He whispered. � Why not?! It is that simple. Just call someone else��

� Hang up the phone Heather,� He whispered again. � Brian, listen� if no one confirms, put me down-�

Nick grabbed the phone and shut it off throwing it on the floor. � What are you doing?� Heather asked.

� I�m trying to seduce you, but I couldn�t very well do that with you talking on the phone, now could I?�

� Nick, that was important,�

� Was it? Cause it didn�t sound important to me. In fact it sounded like you didn�t even want to do it-�

� Nick-�

� Heather do you want to call him back right now?� He asked staring into her eyes. � No,� She said softly. He smiled and leaned in kissing her softly on the lips. � I love you Heather,� He said quietly. � I probably shouldn�t say that, but I do. I have since the moment I met you�. And I want to make love to you,�

Before Heather could respond, Nick kissed her again, this time deeper and longer. His hand rested on her stomach, and he gently pushed her back on the bed. He only broke their kiss when hr pulled her tank top over her head. In a matter of minutes they were both completely undressed. Nick savored Heather�s body, kissing her neck, her, breasts, her stomach, everything. There wasn�t a part on her body untouched by his kisses. Nick made love to Heather more times than one that night, and with every kiss Heather fell deeper and deeper into his web of deceit.


� So I�ll call you when I get home,� Heather said, standing in the airport terminal.

� Yeah,� Nick said. � And I�ll be out next month after finals,�

� God, these last couple of weeks went by so fast,� She sighed burying her head in his chest. � I don�t want to go back to my world,�

� I don�t want you to go back,� He laughed lightly. I want you to stay on my boat forever,�

Heather looked up at him. � I want to stay on your boat forever,�

� Ms. Perkins,� The flight attendant said behind her. � You can board now.�

� Thanks Margie,� Heather said. Heather took her bag from Nick and adjusted it on her shoulder. �I�ll call you tonight,�

� Okay.� Nick said quietly, hating to see her leave. He cupped her face with his hands and kissed her softly. � I love you,�

�  I love you too,� She said. � Tell everyone I said goodbye,�

Heather kissed him again quickly, before leaving to catch her plane.

� So did you fuck her?� AJ asked, dribbling the ball down the court.

� I�m not telling you that. That�s personal.�

� Then the answer�s yes,� He said shooting the ball. It bounced off the rim and Nick caught it in his hands. � Alex. Have a little class, she is my girlfriend,�

� If you didn�t fuck her then she�s not your girlfriend. So� Nick. Is she your girlfriend?�

� I gotta go, she should be getting home soon. And she�s supposed to call. I�ll talk to you tomorrow-�

� You�re leaving?! You�re letting some chink come between our basketball game?�

� Alex, this is hardly a basketball game. And she's not some chick.�

� Well then who is she? Hell, I don�t even know her name-�

� Her name is Heather,� Nick sighed, exasperated by all the questions. � I met her a year ago and we�ve been talking ever since and she�s been staying with me for the last couple of weeks, and she left this morning-�

� So that�s why none of us have seen you, you�ve been with Heather.�

� Alex. I gotta go, I�ll talk to you later,� Nick said turning and running towards the parking lot.

� Call Kevin!� He yelled after Nick.

Nick waved quickly, before disappearing around a corner. AJ bounced the basketball, casually shooting the ball, and continually missing. � Heather, huh? He must have it bad��

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