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i head back to the office after lunch and spend the rest of the afternoon sitting in an awkward silence with constance .
i try to get her to engage about online shopping , but she only offers me one-word responses .
later in the day i meet another intern named greg , a cute , strawberry-blonde guy who blushes when i look him in the eye .
he is more the kind of person i should be looking to date .
i just wish i felt that same rush that i do whenever i 'm around nate .
i drive home just after six in the old audi that was just sitting in the thornhill 's garage .
it 's definitely the most expensive car i 've ever driven , and it 's fun to really let out the engine on the short stretch of the beltway on my way back to potomac .
i park in the garage and let myself in to the small anteroom off the kitchen , where i kick off my shoes .
`` mom ? ''
i call out , before spotting her outside on the back lawn , talking on the phone as the sun sets behind her .
i head upstairs with my tote bag still over my shoulder .
the huge house is silent as i walk up the steps and down the hallway .
nate must still be at his internship .
my mom told me he got one at some think tank downtown .
i drop my bag as i walk into my bedroom and push the door almost closed behind me with my foot .
i ca n't wait to get this skirt off .
it 's my one pencil skirt , and it 's a little itchy around my waist .
i step into the bathroom and turn on the elegant faucet in the sink .
i tie my hair behind my head with a loose elastic and splash some cool water on my skin .
first days are always exhausting , but i think today was unusually so .
as i look back up to my reflection , dripping with water , i see something move in the mirror .
i stare at it blankly , not understanding what i 'm seeing .
the mirror above the sink is reflecting the mirror above my vanity in the bedroom , which is in turn reflecting an image from my partially open bedroom door .
it 's nate , i realize .
he 's standing outside my door , and he does n't realize i can see him .
i look down at the sink , pretending to watch the last of the water as it swirls down the drain .
a shiver of excitement runs through me at the idea that nate could actually be interested in me-i mean , he 's there , right now , watching me .
before i process what i 'm doing , before i can think of all the reasons not to , i slowly move my hands to my lower back and undo the clasp at the top of the zipper , then unzip my skirt .
i let it fall in a pile at my feet , then step out of it .
i look up carefully and nate is still there in the double reflection .
allison 's warning echoes through my mind but i keep going .
i feel high , high on the feeling that i 'm actually desired .
i catch hold of the back of my rather shapeless blouse in my hands and pull it up over my head , then toss it onto the floor .
as i look back in the mirror , i try to imagine what someone else might see when they look at me , without my constant negative interior monologue telling me nasty things about myself .
do i have the kind of body that someone like nate could find attractive ?
now down to my bra and underwear , i begin to feel nervous , but i reach up to unclasp my bra .
i feel the straps loosen on my shoulders and bring my hands forward to catch it as it falls .
`` brynn ?
you home ? ''
i hear my mom call from the foyer .
i freeze , holding the bra against my breasts .
i glance up .
nate is gone .
`` yup , i 'm home ! ''
i yell back .
`` i saw your shoes !
i 'm coming up-i want to hear all about your first day . ''
i hear her footsteps on the staircase and hurriedly refasten my bra .
nothing like your mom 's voice to kill your libido .
chapter eight the next couple weeks of my new life seem to pass rather quickly , mostly due to the fact that nate is always out with his friends after work , and our run-ins have been few and far between .
i 've settled into a routine of sorts , even if i still do n't feel like i 'm at home here .
i 'd gone to bed early last night , with the intention of sleeping in this morning before visiting museums with allison later in the day .
however a loud noise from downstairs awakens me-i stare bleary eyed at my alarm clock , it 's only 6:15am .
who 'd be awake this early on a saturday morning ?
i get out of bed and tiptoe to my door .
i open it a little and hear something shuffling around downstairs .
i tiptoe out into the hallway and see everyone 's bedroom doors are closed .
i know there 's an alarm system-i had to memorize the passcode .
maybe an ungainly mouse is exploring ?
i creep down the staircase and through the dining room .
the noises sounded like they were coming from the kitchen .
the swinging door is open , and i peak my head around it , my heartbeat blasting in my ears .
suddenly , nate steps out in front of me .
`` fuck ! ''
he exclaims , and i jump back , startled .
`` oh , god , i thought you were a burglar . ''
`` then you should have called 911 , '' he retorts brusquely , turning his back to me and walking to the island .
`` well , you should be glad i did n't . ''
sheesh , does he have to find something wrong with everything i say ?
`` what are you doing up so early anyway ? ''
`` i was just working out . ''
`` wow .
this early ? ''
i ask , moving around him .
he 's fiddling with something in front of him .
`` yeah , every morning .
i need to stay in shape during the off-season . ''
`` i 'd be exhausted if- '' i break off , as i see blood dripping from his palms onto the granite countertop .
`` oh my god , you 're bleeding ! ''
i gasp .
`` yeah , i just ca n't get this fucking tape to ... '' he struggles to wind a bandage around his palm .
`` let me , '' i say , spying a first aid kit on the counter by the window .
from the blood smeared on it , i can see nate 's already gone through it .
`` you do n't have to , '' he protests .
`` come over here .
the light 's better , '' i instruct him .
`` do you know what you 're doing ? ''
he asks , less than thrilled to accept my help .
`` more than you , '' i reply with a smile , nodding at the mess of tape around his palm .
i wash my hands in the sink and then open up the kit .
i take a pair of surgical scissors and cut off the tape that he 's already applied .
i glance up slightly , and for the first time it hits me that he 's shirtless , wearing only a pair of gym shorts and sneakers .
he 's covered in sweat .
`` how 'd this happen ? ''
`` i over-trained a little .
got dizzy , tripped on a rock and held out my hands to break my fall , '' he replies , eyes downcast as he watches me work .
`` over-training for what ?
lacrosse or crew ? ''
i ask as i pull out a piece of gauze and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide .
`` both .

i head back to the office after lunch and spend the rest of the afternoon sitting in an awkward silence with constance .

i try to get her to engage about online shopping , but she only offers me one-word responses .

later in the day i meet another intern named greg , a cute , strawberry-blonde guy who blushes when i look him in the eye .

he is more the kind of person i should be looking to date .

i just wish i felt that same rush that i do whenever i 'm around nate .

i drive home just after six in the old audi that was just sitting in the thornhill 's garage .

it 's definitely the most expensive car i 've ever driven , and it 's fun to really let out the engine on the short stretch of the beltway on my way back to potomac .

i park in the garage and let myself in to the small anteroom off the kitchen , where i kick off my shoes .

`` mom ? ''

i call out , before spotting her outside on the back lawn , talking on the phone as the sun sets behind her .

i head upstairs with my tote bag still over my shoulder .

the huge house is silent as i walk up the steps and down the hallway .

nate must still be at his internship .

my mom told me he got one at some think tank downtown .

i drop my bag as i walk into my bedroom and push the door almost closed behind me with my foot .

i ca n't wait to get this skirt off .

it 's my one pencil skirt , and it 's a little itchy around my waist .

i step into the bathroom and turn on the elegant faucet in the sink .

i tie my hair behind my head with a loose elastic and splash some cool water on my skin .

first days are always exhausting , but i think today was unusually so .

as i look back up to my reflection , dripping with water , i see something move in the mirror .

i stare at it blankly , not understanding what i 'm seeing .

the mirror above the sink is reflecting the mirror above my vanity in the bedroom , which is in turn reflecting an image from my partially open bedroom door .

it 's nate , i realize .

he 's standing outside my door , and he does n't realize i can see him .

i look down at the sink , pretending to watch the last of the water as it swirls down the drain .

a shiver of excitement runs through me at the idea that nate could actually be interested in me-i mean , he 's there , right now , watching me .

before i process what i 'm doing , before i can think of all the reasons not to , i slowly move my hands to my lower back and undo the clasp at the top of the zipper , then unzip my skirt .

i let it fall in a pile at my feet , then step out of it .

i look up carefully and nate is still there in the double reflection .

allison 's warning echoes through my mind but i keep going .

i feel high , high on the feeling that i 'm actually desired .

i catch hold of the back of my rather shapeless blouse in my hands and pull it up over my head , then toss it onto the floor .

as i look back in the mirror , i try to imagine what someone else might see when they look at me , without my constant negative interior monologue telling me nasty things about myself .

do i have the kind of body that someone like nate could find attractive ?

now down to my bra and underwear , i begin to feel nervous , but i reach up to unclasp my bra .

i feel the straps loosen on my shoulders and bring my hands forward to catch it as it falls .

`` brynn ?

you home ? ''

i hear my mom call from the foyer .

i freeze , holding the bra against my breasts .

i glance up .

nate is gone .

`` yup , i 'm home ! ''

i yell back .

`` i saw your shoes !

i 'm coming up-i want to hear all about your first day . ''

i hear her footsteps on the staircase and hurriedly refasten my bra .

nothing like your mom 's voice to kill your libido .

chapter eight the next couple weeks of my new life seem to pass rather quickly , mostly due to the fact that nate is always out with his friends after work , and our run-ins have been few and far between .

i 've settled into a routine of sorts , even if i still do n't feel like i 'm at home here .

i 'd gone to bed early last night , with the intention of sleeping in this morning before visiting museums with allison later in the day .

however a loud noise from downstairs awakens me-i stare bleary eyed at my alarm clock , it 's only 6:15am .

who 'd be awake this early on a saturday morning ?

i get out of bed and tiptoe to my door .

i open it a little and hear something shuffling around downstairs .

i tiptoe out into the hallway and see everyone 's bedroom doors are closed .

i know there 's an alarm system-i had to memorize the passcode .

maybe an ungainly mouse is exploring ?

i creep down the staircase and through the dining room .

the noises sounded like they were coming from the kitchen .

the swinging door is open , and i peak my head around it , my heartbeat blasting in my ears .

suddenly , nate steps out in front of me .

`` fuck ! ''

he exclaims , and i jump back , startled .

`` oh , god , i thought you were a burglar . ''

`` then you should have called 911 , '' he retorts brusquely , turning his back to me and walking to the island .

`` well , you should be glad i did n't . ''

sheesh , does he have to find something wrong with everything i say ?

`` what are you doing up so early anyway ? ''

`` i was just working out . ''

`` wow .

this early ? ''

i ask , moving around him .

he 's fiddling with something in front of him .

`` yeah , every morning .

i need to stay in shape during the off-season . ''

`` i 'd be exhausted if- '' i break off , as i see blood dripping from his palms onto the granite countertop .

`` oh my god , you 're bleeding ! ''

i gasp .

`` yeah , i just ca n't get this fucking tape to ... '' he struggles to wind a bandage around his palm .

`` let me , '' i say , spying a first aid kit on the counter by the window .

from the blood smeared on it , i can see nate 's already gone through it .

`` you do n't have to , '' he protests .

`` come over here .

the light 's better , '' i instruct him .

`` do you know what you 're doing ? ''

he asks , less than thrilled to accept my help .

`` more than you , '' i reply with a smile , nodding at the mess of tape around his palm .

i wash my hands in the sink and then open up the kit .

i take a pair of surgical scissors and cut off the tape that he 's already applied .

i glance up slightly , and for the first time it hits me that he 's shirtless , wearing only a pair of gym shorts and sneakers .

he 's covered in sweat .

`` how 'd this happen ? ''

`` i over-trained a little .

got dizzy , tripped on a rock and held out my hands to break my fall , '' he replies , eyes downcast as he watches me work .

`` over-training for what ?

lacrosse or crew ? ''

i ask as i pull out a piece of gauze and a bottle of hydrogen peroxide .

`` both .