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moments that were most important would stay with me. Would be so clear in my memories that I would never forget them, no matter what.
    The softness of Fin’s shirt against my fingers, the smell of his skin, the sound of his rough heartbeat, and the sigh of his breath. Those were all things that I knew would stick out in my memories, even years from now. Every detail of the room burned itself in my mind. Branded. Indelible as if I’d taken a picture.
    He sighed and tipped my face up to meet his eyes.
    And the doorbell rang.

 
     
     
     
     
     
    Fin and I carried the food containers and plates and utensils to his room.
    “What do you think?” The first thing I noticed was the projection screen, (not unlike those they used in my classes for Powerpoint presentations) he’d placed in front of his other television. The bed was laid out with two trays that we could prop over ourselves to hold the food. It was like he’d planned this whole thing, knowing that I would want to come to his place instead of going out.
    “It’s perfect. Just perfect.”
    “I also have this for you,” he said, holding up a robe. “So you don’t get anything on your dress. Or, I still have the pajamas you wore the other night. They’re fresh and clean.” Said pajamas were folded at the end of the bed.
    “I’ll only wear mine if you wear yours.” I didn’t even know if he had pajamas. I’d never seen them.
    Thinking for a moment, he set the food down on the bed and then went to his closet and closed the door. I took that to mean he was going to change. Also that his closet was large enough for someone to change their clothes in. Mine definitely wasn’t that big.
    Pulling open the door dramatically, he emerged in a pair of gray drawstring sweatpants and a threadbare t-shirt that had a faded college logo I couldn’t read.
    Trés sexy. No, sexy wasn’t even the right word for it. He was beyond sexy. Sexy multiplied to the umpteenth power.
    I opened and closed my mouth a few times and tried to form a sentence, but none would come to me.
    “I, um, I’ll go change,” I said, ducking my head and walking past him into the closet, shutting the door behind me.
    His closet was almost bigger than my bedroom, and even had a chair in it. Most of the space was taken up with jackets, pants, and button-down shirts, but there was a place for ties as well, many of them in varying shades of purple. The whole place was so meticulously organized, it kind of freaked me out. It looked like a closet museum. It was a good thing I let him see my place first before seeing his. Because I would have felt like shit about my place if I’d seen this first.
    Thinking I should probably hurry up before the food got cold, I reached behind me to undo my dress, cursing companies who made dresses that zipped in the back instead of on the side. I got the zipper up just fine, but couldn’t get the right angle on it to get it undone again.
    After a few futile moments of struggling, I pushed the door open.
    “I can’t get my damn dress undone,” I said, pointing to the offending zipper. “Are you laughing at me?”
    He shook his head and coughed into his hand, but he’d definitely been smirking about my dress difficulties.
    “No, I wouldn’t do that.”
    “Good. Then come and help me.” He raised one raven eyebrow perfectly and stalked toward me. I turned my back and waited.
    For a moment, he just stood behind me, his breath stirring my hair and the heat from his body warming my skin. And then one of his hands brushed my hair out of the way and over my shoulder while the other stroked the patch of skin just above the zipper.
    Well. That wasn’t what I had in mind. I just wanted to get my dress off and put on some comfy pajamas so I could eat my lobster bisque.
    His breath hitched for a moment before he gently pulled the zipper down, but he didn’t pull the dress from my shoulders.
    “There,” he said, stepping backwards. “If I do any more there won’t be