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Blaine had talked Porsche into the name ‘Unforgiven’ for her perfume line.
    I am just that good.
    And Blaine got a bed buddy in the process. Better him than me; Porsche’s high maintenance was barely worth the lay.
    I swore the clock was moving backwards. I couldn’t wait to see Terry. Somehow, his purple hair and blue eyes had caught my attention and held it. I fidgeted for the rest of the day. I had nervous knots in my stomach and my hands were constantly sweating. By six-thirty, I was contemplating screaming.
    I took a cab to Gray’s Papaya and found Terry standing by the entrance. A smile lifted my lips as he looked up and down the street, checking his watch. I paid the cab and got out, bundling my trench coat around me. Terry was wearing the jacket and gloves I’d bought him. He looked so handsome. I snuck up behind him and wrapped my arms around his waist.
    “Hi.” I smiled when he stiffened for a brief second, and then relaxed in my arms.
    “Hi.”
    Terry turned to face me and I marveled at how beautiful he looked with winter-blushed cheeks. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at me.
    “Did you get my thank-you note?” Terry asked.
    “Oh, you mean the one you hand wrote, and then had delivered to my office by one of the other bike messengers? That note?” I grinned.
    “Yes, that one. Thank you so much for the jacket and gloves.”
    “It’s my pleasure. Ready for that hotdog?” I asked.
    We strolled along the street talking as we ate. Terry had a great sense of humor and I found myself laughing more than once. Once we had finished our hotdogs, we took a walk around Central Park. It was dark but we stayed on the lit path. Terry talked about work mostly. He really didn’t delve into his life, which I appreciated because it kept me from having to talk about mine. We’d been walking around for hours when Terry suddenly stopped.
    “This is me,” he said with a shy grin.
    I looked up at the apartment building. It wasn’t the worst-looking one on the block. It was one of the older ones that had been remodeled over the years and it still had charm. I looked into Terry’s eyes and saw a reflection of what I was feeling. I wanted to kiss him. Oh who was I kidding? I wanted to touch him. Terry slipped his hand into mine and then unlocked the door to the building. We went up a flight of stairs and stopped in front of his door. Terry turned to face me and I backed him into the door, putting my hands on either side of his head.
    “So, is this good night?” I leaned in closer.
    Terry raised his eyes to mine and licked his lips, swallowing hard. I almost heard it.
    “Do you want it to be?”
    Oh fuck. My dick was hard. I removed one of my hands from the door and touched his face lightly. Leaning in, I felt his breath tickle my lips. I hadn’t kissed him with tongue the first time, but boy did I want to taste him now. I traced a path across his bottom lip with my tongue. Terry released what sounded like a whimper and opened his mouth. My hand went into his hair as I dipped inside his mouth to taste him. I think I groaned. His tongue met mine and my other arm wrapped around him, pulling him into me. I was taller than him, not by a lot, but it was enough for me to pull him up so that we were evenly matched. Terry whimpered in my mouth and my dick pressed into his hip. Fuck, but I was so hard it hurt. We broke from the kiss and stared at each other. In that moment, I would have given every cent I had to fuck this man.
    Terry unlocked his door and opened it. He turned back around to face me and put his hand out. I slipped my hand into his and we walked into the apartment. Terry shut and locked the door then leaned his forehead up against it. I could hear him taking deep breaths. I leaned against him and put my lips near his ear.
    “We don’t have to do anything,” I whispered.
    Terry exhaled, and then leaned back against me. I unzipped his jacket from behind, and then pulled it over his shoulders. My hands wrapped