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Jeanie breathlessly responded to every request not ever wanting to leave the room.
    “James please stop. I can’t” keeping her hands pressed against the door he stepped back halting at her request.
    “I know you have to go. I understand doesn’t mean I’m not going to try.”
    Grabbing her coat Jeanie opened and quickly slipped through and as she leant on the opposite side she wished she was still there.
    “I love you.” Hearing his whisper through the door Jeanie set off for work.
    With both hands still firmly planted on the frame he could still feel her. As his thoughts betrayed him along with having her with him last night the anticipation of what was next was enough.
       Taking a cigarette off the bedside table he made his to the window on hearing the side door of the pub open he watched Jeanie cross the street following the tracks she made in the newly laden snow.
    “I love you!” his voice echoed around the silent street.
       “You’ll freeze.” She could feel his eyes and his hands still on her body and as she moved and further away she felt the intensity of last night melt the snow beneath her feet.
       The embers of his cigarette looked like small clouds floating around the window gathering speed in the frosty air and as he watched her attentively he couldn’t help but hold his breath.
       Desperately wishing he had followed he tried to occupy his mind elsewhere. The problem was he could still smell the vague oily residue around the room and the smell of her skin on the bed.
       Taking the last drag he breathed the smoke out longingly nothing else was going to be able to take his mind away from her today. Standing at the fireplace he stubbed his cigarette out and in doing so the room seemed cold and vacant and without question he missed her.
      Unable to shake himself he sat on the bed reminiscent of the events from last night. As he smoothed his hand against her pillow he started to imagine Jeanie’s soft skin pressed against his body. Every moment ran through his memory as if he was sat watching a replay and he couldn’t help but feel pleasure as every inch of him pricked with excitement.
       He had dreamed of this moment for so long that now it didn’t seem real. She was the one.
    She had to be.
       He had walked away from a life that he had known just to be with her and his family had begged him not to go but they didn’t know Jeanie like he did. He had also walked away from a six year relationship and when she had begged him to reconsider he felt nothing. Catherine had never felt like Jeanie.
      Catherine had met James at medical school and she had supported him unquestionably even through his many infidelities. Lying on the bed he could never imagine being with another woman but with Catherine any other woman who took his fancy was his game. The only woman to truly see him was Jeanie.
       Starring at the ceiling he remembered how sex felt with Catherine however that was it, it was just sex. For the first time in six years he had made love. Catherine had never made him react the way Jeanie did and what he couldn’t comprehend was that even now she played on his mind. No other woman had done that.
       Every other woman up to this point had been a conquest an assurance of his dominance and virility. Catherine was never enough to satisfy him however he liked her beauty and how she looked on his arm but that’s all she was a parade pleaser. His father used to scold him regularly telling him woman were not his toys and one day his looks would fade and he would be left empty broken and alone.
    With Jeanie he had met his match. No matter how hard he tried to win her over she was always one step ahead. She knew the game he was playing and never cowered when he tried to exert his dominance. Instead she taunted him and scorned him deeply exposing some of the inner insecurities he felt and in all of this she had somehow become his equal. She was the first and last thing he thought