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our surroundings or at least I was oblivious. I was lost in a
torrential downpour of feelings for this guy. I must be nuts. I shouldn't have
feelings for this guy. I hardly know him. I haven't even had a date with him. I
can't explain it. I feel this connection to him. Without meaning to, I grabbed
his shirt. I pulled him closer to me, and ran my fingers through his hair. It was
soft and silky. He continued to devour and plunder my mouth. I envisioned his
mouth, his tongue, and his finger plundering and devouring my inner most
sanctum...my pussy. Our air supply was limited. We reluctantly pulled apart.
    "Fuck,"
he muttered and ran his fingers through his hair. I was panting and almost hyperventilating.
I was on the verge of passing out from lack of oxygen. I've never allowed
myself to get lost in a kiss. I've scratched my urges whenever the need arose,
but I had to put a stop to this insanity. One night with him wasn’t an option
as I would want more. There was no way I could do that. I didn't even know who
I was yet. Yes, I know my name is Rebel, but I was on a path to discover who
Rebel actually was. What potential I had. All my life I've been just my sister
and mothers keeper, but who was the keeper of me? No one. I needed to be my own
keeper and getting involved with Wyatt would be my down fall. I just didn't
have it in me to be his keeper. Let’s face it. Eventually I would become his
keeper. He would depend on me to do things he wouldn't have time to do. Well,
what about me? Who would take care of me?
    He looked at me. He
was just as affected as I was. He was having difficulty catching his breath. The
pulse in his neck is erratically jumping. I'm enthralled by it. I made it jump
like that. Me, little keeper, Rebel Walker.
    "Come home
with me Rebel," he panted. Fuck me, I want to, but I shouldn't. I couldn't,
but damn I want to.
    "Okay," I
said before I could stop myself. Oh shit, oh shit. Calm down Reby. Take deep
breaths. It's just one night. You could do this. You deserve this. One night of
passion. One night to let someone take care of my needs. I look around for
Marissa and she's still on the dance floor.
    "I'll be right
back. I have to tell Marissa or she'll worry about me." He nods in
agreement and moves to the side so I can hop off the stool. As I walk away he
grabs my arm trailing his hand slowly down and entwined our fingers together. I
shiver from the contact.
    "Hurry back, pretty
girl," he whispered. I smile and wink at him. After searching for Marissa
on the dance floor I finally spot her in the middle dancing. I squeezed up
behind her and whispered in her ear that I was leaving with Wyatt. She gave me
a high five that made me laugh.
    We head back to his
place. He lives in a loft in Tribeca. His place is huge. It has vaulted
ceilings and one ginormous wall of windows. His kitchen has top of the
line stainless steel appliances. His stove was part of the island in the
middle. His living room boasted contemporary leather couches. A huge flat
screen hung on a wall. His walls are pristine white. He has a huge built in
library full of history books. I crock an eyebrow at him.
    He shrugs his
shoulders, "What? I love history."
    I see a set of
stairs to the left of the living room. I look at him silently asking if I can
go check out the upstairs. He shrugs his shoulder in an "I don't
care" answer. The upstairs is just a bedroom with a bathroom. He has a
humongous king size bed. It sits low to the floor with a plush leather
headboard and two black nightstand one on each side of the bed. Two small lamps
on each nightstand. A big dresser, which has several colognes and a stick of
deodorant on top. The bathroom is bigger than my apartment. It has a walk in
closet that holds all his clothes and shoes. One side holds his shirts and the
other his pants. In the middle there is a built in shoe rack. His things are
very neat and organized. Two sink vanity, a commode and a super thin and super
clean glass shower stall