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they
finished their meal, Trace rose and tugged a protesting Clarissa from her
chair.
    “No, none of that.  You
cannot deny that I have behaved myself extremely well tonight, therefore I
deserve a dance.”  
    She just shook her head
at him and allowed him to lead her to the tiny dance floor on the one side of
the restaurant where a small band played slow tunes.   He pulled her close and
wrapped his arms around her.  She sighed in resignation at their closeness and
placed her arms lightly around his shoulders.  They swayed to the music as
Trace expertly maneuvered her around the tiny dancing space. A livelier tune
was next and the two of them fell into the Mamba with gusto.
    Clarissa laughed,
swirled, dipped in time with the music, and felt alive for the first time in
years.  She always loved dancing; Raymond and she used to go dancing all the
time.  Since she arrived on the island, she hardly ever had the time or the
desire to go dancing.
    They stayed on the
dance floor for nearly an hour until she eventually shook her head at him and
headed back to the table, falling laughingly in her chair.
    “I can’t remember the
last time I’ve had so much fun!   Thanks for that.  I forgot how much I loved
dancing.”
    “And a wonderful and
very sensual dancer you are at that!”  He looked at her with so much desire
that she shrank back in her chair.
    “Please, Trace, don’t
spoil the evening now!”  
    He gazed at her hotly
for another moment then sighed and sank down in the chair opposite her.  He
took his drink and finished it in one gulp.
    “I’m sorry, Clarissa.
That was surely not my intention, but at the same time I cannot deny your
beauty and that I desire you.”  
    The frustration in him
became apparent in his gaze on her.  Clarissa sighed and reached out to place
her hand over his.
    “Trace, I am sorry and
very flattered, but I have told you numerous times that we can never be more
than just friends.”
    “Why? What is stopping
you from even trying to give a relationship between us a chance?  Am I such a
terrible person that you cannot…”
    Her hand tightened over
his.  “Trace stop.  It is not you. It has never been you.  You have been a
wonderful friend to me over the past six years and I cannot thank you enough
for that.  I am not ready to have a relationship just yet, not with you, not
with anybody.”
    “Just yet?  You have
not been in any kind of relationship since you came here. So I still don’t
understand.”  He became more and more frustrated.
    “I … I don’t want to
talk about it, please.  Suffice it to say that I have suffered because of love
… and I …”
    Her throat closed up
and she could not continue.  She swallowed hard at the lump in her throat and
cursed softly.  “Damn him!”
    Trace looked at her and
sighed.   It was very clear that he was not going to change her mind.  He
gestured the waiter for the bill and they left as soon as he settled it.   They
drove back to the hotel in silence, each engrossed with their own thoughts.
    At her door, she turned
to him.  “Trace, I would hate to lose your friendship over this.”  She looked
so beautiful standing there, gazing at him so imploringly, that he could do no
other than pull her close and smile down at her.
    “Of course not.  
Better me accept what we have and keep my heart in one piece than have you and
have my heart broken later.”   She frowned up at him.
    “Why do you say that?”
    “Never mind, maybe one
day I’ll tell you.  Now, as I have been a good boy I am going to take one
proper kiss…”  
    With that, his head
lowered and he captured her lips in a long, passionate kiss.  Clarissa gave
herself up to the kiss and kissed him back just as eagerly, desperate for a
spark to ignite as a sign she was ready to move on.
    He was not the first
man to kiss her since Raymond, but it was the first one she put all effort in
to kiss back.   The kiss was soft and tender and his desire