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While we walked over to his car, Christian got into his
now familiar position of being slightly behind me with a hand
lightly at my back. There was something slightly protective yet
sensual about it. He unlocked the car and opened the door for
me, it looked just as good inside as out. It was one of the few
cars I actually would drive if I didn’t have my bike and--if I
could afford it. “It looks like we both like fast, expensive
rides--but mine is faster,” I teased just to see how he would
react. 
    “You’ll have to show me one of these days,”
he smiled and closed the car door.
    On the way there we were both mostly quiet,
primarily just enjoying being in one another’s company. I started
to feel glad that he had wanted to take his car instead of my bike
since it was starting to rain and threatened to become an all out
down pour. That was the one downside to my bike; I was subject to
every weather whim Mother Nature had, and in Washington, she had a
lot. After getting our food we finally found a table towards
the back and sat down.
    As I munched on a fry I considered all the
questions that were burning in my brain. How did he know so much
about me? I didn’t believe he was or would be a stalker like my ex
but I wanted to be sure. I did think that Christian had a little
too much confidence, ego and a touch of vanity to want to pursue
anyone that didn’t want him. So that was probably not an issue. Why
did he ask me to prom? It would be his only chance at prom. Why
would he want to take a girl he barely knew? Wasn’t he worried
about the rumors? I stopped contemplating my fries and looked
up. He was watching me with a sort of perplexed concern written all
over his face and I realized I was being a terrible date. I smiled
to reassure him and for me there really was only one way forward--
to be honest. 
    “How did you know my classes and bike?” I
asked trying to sound as casual as possible. I felt guilty for even
asking him considering that at this very moment his class list was
hidden in my pocket.
    He stared at me for a moment seeming to
contemplate my question. Sighing, he leaned back against his seat.
I watched as his confidence faded into being slightly
bashful. 
    “I noticed you a long time ago.”
    “Then why didn’t you…”
    “Ask you out?” he finished for me, looking at
me pointedly with a touch of irritation now. “You were with
someone, remember?”
    Yes, I was. I felt that damn blush
threatening to come out but I bit my lip until I was so distracted
by the discomfort there would be no way that it would reveal
itself. Damn, my pale Irish heritage. Out of embarrassment, I
hadn’t been looking in his eyes,. If I had been, I would have been
able to prepare for the shock of his thumb running across my bottom
lip.
    “You’re going to hurt yourself,” he said, his
dark golden brown eyes tender as he looked into mine. 
    I released my lip and luxuriated in the
feeling of his warm thumb as it passed over my lip one more time
before he sat back in his seat. I inwardly cursed myself for being
such a jumble of nerves. Maybe I should date an ugly, stupid guy.
Telling myself to relax, I looked back over to him. He was staring
at his food and I had a feeling he was giving me a moment to
collect myself. 
    “Christian, why did you ask me to prom?”
    He smiled at this. “Because I wanted to.”
    As he looked at me, I found myself caught in
his gaze and he in mine. I kept thinking of his gorgeous eyes as
being a dark golden brown but golden seemed too tame a term for his
eyes. They were more like the essence of desire. No color could
truly describe them. I probably would have to stay with dark and
golden to describe their color, at least until I thought of
something better. 
    “We gotta go,” he said reluctantly. 
    While we threw out our garbage and walked out
the door I got the impression again that he was embarrassed to have
taken me to fast food. Which was funny since that was all