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He watches o take my seat on the stool across the island

We smile at each other, those smiles that seem to spread our lips simultaneously; from the moment we met it’s always been like that I notice, at last, that he’s brought wine, and I watch as he pops open the bottle, searches lass for , and before he drinks, hea sip

"You like going againsthis own glass

I laugh and suddenly I feel like the sexiest thing in existence as I start to eat As if my every move is meant to entice him, excite and exhilarate him

Not even ers, my bare arms, my bare shoulders, my lips I fork some salad and watch him tear off a piece of bread and stick it into hiseach other’s coy of each other I’ shui I believe in yin and yang I have never felt such a yang to my yin Ever

"Do you like the meal?" I ask him

"Am I the firsta bit of red wine for courage, but there’s no cure for the nervous spinning in my stomach "Truth? Yes You are So think very well about your answer," I warn

"Every spoonful was as delicious as you"

I s insecure, I check his plates and notice he’s wiped theaze drops from my eyes to my shoulders to my brsts "I’m ready for dessert"

"Wait, mister, I’m not finished I have some actual dessert that’s not me, you know!" I twirl some pasta ontosome pesto off the corner of , dark, and sexy in s of longing springing up inside s stabs htened than I want to be, and more lonely than I’ve ever felt in ht now Maybe it’s because I feel vulnerable and scared

"Actually, good," I lie "I wanted to ask you I got an offer for aze at hiriet his empty plates as I tell him how much I was offered "Do you think it’s a fair price?"

He’s silent as I carry his plates to the sink, tracking aze as he asks me, "Why do you need to sell it?"

I can’t help but notice he looks oing for lighthearted, including adding a casual shrug toelse"

One dark eyebrow goes up, followed by another, and then an achingly slow, clearly s it

I wrackto say that will be as far away froh I wear hi car, princess, not for that, not for anything"

"Why not?"

"Because," he grits out, "you need your car"

"Not to go to the office," I lightly counter, "and I can hitch a ride with friends to go out during the weekends"