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Please understand it's still in very early development stages. There may be some typos, as I haven't proof read it yet.  Sorry about that. Please be kind. I appreciate criticism, but you don't need to be nasty about it.

Happy St. Patrick's Day and Enjoy!

She could hear him calling out to her, but she refused to answer him.  All she could think about was making herself thin to be attractive to men like him.  How could he hurt her like that? Yanking at the zipper in her windbreaker she pulled it down enough to get it over her shoulders followed by just brutally tearing her blouse to have it over her shoulders she  put her finger down her throat and started vomiting into the commode.  Nash felt panic strike him when he thought he heard her vomting.

"Jenna, let me in!"

"No, go away!"

"Jenna, you're scaring me! I want in!"

"No!"

Nash jiggled the door knob enough to to realize she hadn't locked the door.  He couldn't believe what he was seeing.  She had yanked her jacket down to her elbows and tore her blouse wide open to vomit into the commode.  She was about to force herself again when he stepped into the bathroom.

"What the hell are you doing?"

She couldn't answer him.  She just looked at him shocked with tears in her eyes.  The woman he adored and loved kept a deep, dark secret from him.  She was bulemic and it worried Nash.  He wasn't going to let her do this to herself any more.  Nash rushed over to her and held her arms down to keep her from gagging herself.  In a few seconds he was in a struggle with a beautiful woman who proved to be strong when she wanted to be.

"I'm not going to let you do this!"  She fought back as hard as she could to only have him hold onto her tighter.

"Let me go, Nash!"

"No! Jenna, this isn't you!"

"It's very much me! Has been all my life!"  She did all she could to get him to let go and he refused.

"Jenna, stop!"

"No! You let me go!"

"I won't!"

Pushing him toward the bath tub he felt the back of his knees buckle against it and go down.  He yelled out as he crashed against it with his ribs.  Jenna looked down at him out of breath, his knees bent upward and running his hand through his hair in frustration.  She could see the pain of crashing his ribs against the tub come over his face.  She then looked at the commode and back at him.  It wasn't since Gray had she met someone care that much about her.  Feeling guilty she sat on the floor between his open and bent knees looking up at him.

"I'm sorry."  He noticed her starting to cry as she rested her head on his shoulder.

"Are you all right?"  Nash nodded a yes at her.

"I'm fine, but, Jenna, why?"  She shrugged her shoulders at him.

"I don't know.  I've done this all my life. I noticed that picture of you out there with that pretty girl in your arms and well, I just couldn't believe you lied to me. You said you weren't seeing any one."

Nash closed his eyesas he realized what she was talking about.  Calming down he carefully pulled the torn blouse back on her shoulders to realize she had torn it too much to cover her shoulders again.  He then carefully started to zip her windbreaker to hopefully protect her bare shoulders.

"I'm not. That's Sunny."

"Sunny?"

"A friend from a long time ago.  She put that there one time wanting something more with me than I was willing to give into.  A man in uniform kind of thing.  I promise you I am not seeing anyone."

It was the first time Jenna had ever seen fright cross a man's face.  Nash had fright all over his face at the moment.  She sotly touched his cheek in the hopes of calming him down.  He just continued to run his hand through his hair leaving Jenna confused whether or not it was in frustration or his best effor to settle down.

"I'm sorry."

"Just don't scare me like that."

"Come on, Nash, i didn't scare you that badly, did I?"

"Yea, you did."

She sat in his arms thinking about how she had tried and tried up to this point to chase him off to which she may have finally succeeded, but now she wanted him in her life.  Crazy how things in life can go in oposite directions of the original intentions in a hurry.  If she was too late she had no one to blame, but herself.  She looked back away from him and toward the open bathroom door.

"You seem to actually like being called Nash."  He gave her a half smile.

"I never gave it a thought showing you I was bulemic would have solved that problem in the beginning, but now I may be too late."  He had her look at him.

"Too late for what?"

"I think I like you in my life."

"Jenna?"

"I need you in my life, Nash." He smiled at her.

"But I really need to know there's no Sunny in your life."

"There isn't.  Jenna, this cottage is my safe haven when I'm home.  I've hardly asked any woman to see me here.  Only those who matter most to me and outside of you that's been very few if any.  I asked you as a last effort to hopefully get you to see things my way."

"What?"

"I've fallen in love with you." She smiled at him.

"I'm not sure myself, but I think I'm heading in that direction."

She couldn't help herself any longer.  She gave into her gut reaction and kissed him.  Nash couldn't stop his thoughts from slipping away into him thinking about how long he had waited for this to happen with Jenna.  He refused to let her go with something as simple as a quaint kiss.  Before she could really pull away from him Nash pulled her back and deepened the kiss for something more emotional between them.



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Shari55
May. 25, 2014 at 9:18 AM

I like what I have read, looking forward to reading the whole book. 

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