Without Borders

by Juliette Michaels

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The drop point was around fifty-five miles east; about an hour and a half there and back. There was no music, no distractions; just the two of us. Great. “You know, we’ve been working together for almost three months, why don’t you just call me Liam?” he said after we’d gotten on the road. “Okay… Liam.” After some more awkward time passed he went on, “Do you mind if I call you Kayla?” “I don’t care.” I muttered out the window. “Fine,” he said. “You don’t care.” We sat silent again. “So, what got you working with Doctors Without Borders?” he asked, making small talk I guessed. “Really? We’re going to have this conversation? Do you really want to be friends with me… Liam?” “We are working together. It’s better than being enemies.” “Look,” I said. “I truly appreciate the work you’ve done here.” I said. He rolled his eyes. I guessed he thought I was being sarcastic. “Honestly,” I continued. “You’ve done an amazing job; I just don’t want to make friends with a guy like you.”

SEXY DISCOVERY: I caught myself staring. I knew he was muscular, but I’d never seen him without a proper shirt. Now he just had on a thin white under tank top tucked into his green cargo pants that were held in place with a tan canvas belt. An intricate tattoo of a tribal hawk spanned the width of his back – each wing tip gliding effortlessly over each of his shoulder blades. Every muscle of his torso was taut as he pulled his pack off the ground and secured it over one shoulder. He readjusted the firearm slung over his back. He was so defined, so chiseled; each muscle and line moved with him like liquid stone pronounced by a glistening sheen of sweat. I had to resist the urge to touch him. I quickly turned away. Damn, if it just didn’t get ten degrees hotter!

SEXY CONFESSIONS: “With all of the jerks you’ve encountered, have you met any decent doctors or locals for dating?” I asked as I went back to smoothing the ground tarp. “No. I haven’t had a chance for anything like that since med-school; and even then… well, I graduated young through accelerated programs. I was completely focused on my studies. I honestly haven’t dated since high school.” Kayla confessed. “How long ago was that?” I asked as we slid under the shade tarp and sat down. She barked out a laugh, “Three years.” She smiled at me. “I told you, I’ve been focused. I haven’t had any time to get emotionally involved with anyone.” “What about physically?” I instantly wished I hadn’t gone so far. “Forward much?” she said with a light smile. Good, I hadn’t pissed her off.  “I’m sorry. I was just thinking that… you are under so much stress and pressure… being released physically can help relieve you mentally and emotionally.” I said. “I wouldn’t know.” She stated matter-of-fact. “What do you mean, you wouldn’t know?” I asked. “Never found the right guy I wanted to try it with.” She admitted. Now WHAT is a guy supposed to do with that? This amazing, gorgeous, sexy, woman GODDESS has never been worshipped? Has never been touched or made love to? Emotionally or physically? One signal – all I would need would be just one signal from her, and I’d show her exactly what love could be like!

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