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We arrived at his house a short time later. He carried my bag in and gave me a brief tour of the house. Opening the last door, we walked into his bedroom. Putting my stuff in a corner he said, "You can sleep here. I'll be fine on the couch."

I protested, "No, no! I'll sleep on the couch. It's your bed..."

"It's not up for debate," He said firmly.

"We could share the bed..." I blushed, not meaning to have said it aloud. Back tracking, I said, "I mean, it's big enough, and I only need half of it, but I don't mean anything by it. I'm sorry."

He laughed at my flustered face, "We'll see."

I nodded and he checked the time. Looking at me he said, "The party starts in about an hour. Do you still want to go?"

Again I nodded.

"Okay. I need to run to the store first. You can stay here or go; it's up to you."

I asked to stay here so I could get ready and he left. I flopped down on his bed and focused on my breathing. Once it had returned to a normal rhythm - it had been racing out of control from the moment I got off the plane - stood and reached for my bag. I spent the time changing my clothes and getting ready for the party.

I heard him walk through the front down and move around the kitchen a bit. His footsteps slowed as he approached the bedroom door. He knocked on the door, asking if he could come in. "One minute," I called. I took a deep breath, smoothed my red dress one more time, and called for him to open the door. As he did I turned to face him.

He had only taken half a step through the door way when he stopped. His mouth poised to say something that had died on his lips. I watched his eyes take in my slightly pulled back hair, the shimmer in my deep blue eyes, the red stain on my lips. He swallowed as he looked over my one bare shoulder, the way the dress hugged my waist then fell gently in sweeps to my mid thigh.

I gave a sheepish smile, "Do you like it?" I twirled in place and he watched.

"You look... gorgeous!" He took another step into the room, his hand still resting on the doorknob. I played with the hem of my dress and looked up at him through my lashes. He closed the door behind him, as if to hide us from the world, even though we were the only two in the house. Slowly he walked to me, his eyes never leaving my body. He licked his lips. He stopped very close to me and I could smell the soap he had used earlier today.

I brushed his fingers with mine and he grabbed my hand. Without breaking eye contact, and with something growing behind the look in his eyes, he kissed my hand. My breath caught and my heart fluttered. Without thinking, I raised up on my tiptoes and touched my lips to his. He didn't pull away, so I pushed closer. His arms wrapped themselves around my waist and my hands found their way to his chest. The first few kisses were tentative, explorative, but soon they turned hungry.

His one arm wrapped tighter around me and the other grabbed my thigh and pulled it up to his hip. A few more deep kisses. I bit his bottom lip playfully. His smile was wild. He grabbed my other leg and carried me to his bed. He laid me down forcefully and I laughed with pleasure. He crawled on top of me and the weight of him against my body sent tingles down my spine.

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