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woman. He wanted to, though, more than anything. Every inch of her.
    He imagined her skin turning pink in the heat of the shower, along with his own. He imagined the smell of peaches that always seemed to be where she was, and her long silky hair swinging forward as she put her head on his chest. He imagined her breath against his skin, and then her lips, and then all of her…
    He took a deep breath, rinsed quickly, and turned on the cold water for a minute before stepping out and finding a towel.
    In his bedroom, he stopped to take in the sun. It was beginning to dip toward the horizon, and another day would be gone soon. What had he spent it on?
    It was a question he asked himself every evening. Of course, there were always work-related accomplishments, but this question was for him, personally. What had he done to make his own life better? Happier? What had he done to help someone else today?
    If Lia said yes to his proposal, he would have a positive answer for every one of those questions.
    His heart grew warm at the thought of her sitting out there in his living room, taking in the view. She deserved a view like this, and maybe after they talked, she could have one.
    Maybe, eventually, she can share yours.
    Slow down, cowboy.
    You know you’d like that.
    Maybe. I need to get to know her better.
    No you don’t. You know what you want.
    She has to want me, too, idiot.
    He remembered what Miffy had said about his grandparents, and wondered if it could be that easy. He wondered if Lia would work for him, if their long days would grow into long nights, if she could ever come to see him in that light.
    He shook his head, pulled on some clothes, and grinned at himself in the mirror before heading back out to Lia. He didn’t know anyone else who argued with themselves the way he did. It was fun.
    ***
     
    Lia wanted this view. And this apartment. It was beautiful, and she marveled at the city skyline stretched out before her. She hadn’t even known that the city was this big.
    She imagined coming home from work and stretching out with a glass of wine, looking at this view and this perfect, clean apartment and knowing that all was right with the world. No wonder penthouses cost so much – he must feel like some kind of God, perched high in the clouds above his people.
    She didn’t turn to look at him when she heard him come back into the room, but she told him what she was thinking.
    “A god? Oh no, Lia, I’ve never once felt like a god. In fact, this view and my… other luxuries, all of it humbles me. I’m the luckiest man on earth.”
    She turned at the sincerity in his voice, and noticed that he wasn’t looking out the window, but at her. “I must admit, though,’ he said, “That the view is lovely right now.”
    She was so taken with how he looked that she almost didn’t catch the meaning behind his words. He was wearing black jeans and a tight white t-shirt, completely unlike his office attire. It looked odd on him, simply because she had never seen him looking less than perfectly business-like. Odd, but very, very good. The sexiest part of the whole picture was that he was barefoot, his toes sinking into the white carpet. She didn’t know why, exactly, but for some reason that sight made her breath catch.
    And when she realized what he meant by his last words, she stared at him, speechless.
    He grinned at her and went to a bar in the corner of the room, mixed to drinks, then came back and handed her one. “A screwdriver. They’re weak.”
    She needed a strong one, but she wrapped her fingers around the glass. “Thanks. What did you want to talk about?”
    He motioned toward the sofa. “Sit.”
    She sat, then held her breath when he sat down beside her. She wanted to fan herself, and knew that he must feel the heat rolling off her body at his proximity. Maybe he would kiss her. Or take her hand and declare his undying love…
    Or tell you that he’s worried about your mental health and have you