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onto Brandon's arm the entire way out. Our departure seemed to give others permission to do the same. There was a steady stream of hungry people that left as soon as we did. I guess it didn't matter that it was almost impossible to get a reservation at Lotus—if you couldn't eat, what was the point?
    We stepped out into the crisp spring evening. The sun was just about to set, casting colors of pink and reds into the sky. The air had a definite chill and I was sorry that I hadn't thought to bring a sweater. What was it with me and not wearing proper outerwear? I took a few steps on the sidewalk before the heel of one of the shoes caught on a crack in the sidewalk. My ankle twisted with a loud pop and I was sure the heel had broken off. Since I didn't feel any pain, I was pretty sure I hadn't broken any bones.
    I knelt down to unbuckle the strap from my ankle, much less concerned about my foot than I was about Melissa's beloved shoe. I took the strap off and held the shoe up to examine it. It looked fine. I unbuckled the strap from my other foot and stood up, shoes in hand. There was no sense in wearing them and killing myself—it was almost masochistic to wear that kind of shoes anyway. I'd was willing to take the risk of slicing my feet open on the San Francisco sidewalks to save myself from a fracture.
    The look on his face when I stood up was somewhere between amusement and bewilderment. I think he was trying to help me up. I stood up and he somehow managed to get his arms around my waist. He was way too close. I caught his scent as soon as I stood—pure freaking energy, and it almost knocked me over again. He tightened his grip around my waist and pulled me even closer.
    He bent his head and brushed his lips against mine, then breathed into my cheek. His lips almost felt like a whisper, but it felt like a fire under my skin where he touched me. I could feel the heat rising in me and every bit of my skin felt like it was in overdrive. It was like my nerves were hyperactive—I could feel every little thing. His hands were on my hips and one began to make its way up my back.
    I felt a shove against my side and the heels from Melissa's shoes slipped in my hand and pressed into my chest. "Hey, kids, get a room." A man had tripped into us coming out of the restaurant and walked away down the sidewalk. The moment was over almost as soon as it had begun.
    I realized I was holding my breath and I let it out with a deep sigh. I heard Brandon chuckle. "We should get something to eat. What are you in the mood for?"
    I scanned the street. I didn't want to sit in the lobby of another restaurant to wait for a table. I motioned with my head across the street and began walking to the crosswalk on the corner.
    He jogged up beside me. "You walk too fast, especially for being barefoot." He chuckled again and motioned with his hand to the place I had chosen. "You're sure that's what you want for dinner?"
    The light changed. We walked across the street and entered the frozen yogurt place. I turned to him with a grin. "Dessert for dinner is underrated." I walked up to the counter and grabbed one of the containers to begin making my sundae.
    He followed me and grabbed a dish of his own. I knew exactly what I wanted, and filled my container with the lemon yogurt. I walked to the condiment station and put the fresh raspberries on top. Lemon and raspberry was my favorite dessert—it didn't matter what form it was in.
    I saw him watching me with amusement in his eyes. I stood at the condiment counter and motioned for him to make his choice from the wall of flavors.
    He shook his head at me and began getting a little of every one of the flavors. When he had finished, he walked up next to me and began filling the rest of the cup with various cereals from the condiment section. I must have looked horrified. "What?"
    I shrugged and cocked my eyebrow at him. "Nothing." I shook my head and we walked up to the counter to pay. I knew he was going to hate