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unconsciously stroking the top of my hand with his thumb. It was such a simple, but intimate, act, which didn’t feel awkward or out-of-place. It made me feel sexy, but special and cherished at the same time. I felt I wanted more, but more of what? Being with him made me feel happy, and the dark clouds that had been surrounding me lately seemed to vanish whenever we were together.
    I didn’t want to talk about me at that moment, so I continued to ask him about himself.
    “Is your time here limited then? Does that mean you have to return to New York? Do you still live there? When do you have to go back?” I asked, almost afraid of the answer.
    Momentarily, I had a sinking feeling that this might be our first, and last, date.
    “That’s a lot of questions, beautiful,” he said, smiling at me. “Let me see if I can cover all the answers for you. Yes, my time is limited. Yes, I have a shoot in New York next week, which lasts two days. Then a quick visit with my agent and I’ll be coming back here for two weeks. No, I don’t live there permanently. I have several apartments around the world, but I don’t consider them home as they are rentals. The only ‘home’ I have is here. That’s why I’m looking at some property, here, that might be ideal for a studio. I’m thinking of using it for photography as I’d like to discover new talent. I could then direct them to New York agencies. I’ve made good contacts in New York, and I’d like to send young talent to good people.”
    “That sounds like a great plan,” I said. “I’d love to help you on your search for new property—if you’d like the company that is. I also know a few reputable inspectors when you find what you’re looking for.”
    He looked into my eyes and stroked my hand ever so slightly.
    “I’m enjoying who I've been looking for every morning,” he said as he looked into my eyes and continued to touch me. I found I liked the feel of his hand caressing mine. He made me feel adored when he looked at me like this. Declan had the darkest brown eyes. I loved looking at his face, especially into his eyes. Staring into them was like falling into a pool of liquid, brown suede. He didn’t talk much, allowing me to carry on the conversation more than he did. I think he preferred it that way, but he always looked attentively at me. It was as if he couldn’t get enough of me, and I liked that immensely. If it were someone else, I think I would have been frightened at the intensity, but not with him. There was something about him. He made me feel safe and scared at the same time. That was the force of energy he exuded each time he touched me. To better explain, I’d have to say that I think he made me feel comfortable to be myself with him. I had never before felt attracted to someone so quickly. He made me feel secure and sexy, and it terrified me to think of how much I wanted him after so short a time. He made me feel alive again!
     

     
    The time spent with Aria flew by, and if I could, I’d make time stand still. I knew, with all certainty, by the end of the first cup of coffee, that I wasn’t letting this girl get away. I always got girls—easily. Aria was the first that I wanted to catch. I had heard other men speak of it, but it had never happened to me. I could honestly say she was the first woman that I felt I wanted as mine .
    As we walked back, she wasn’t hesitant at all to hold on to my hand. I liked how small her hand felt in mine. I could feel myself and my thoughts going down a wicked path. I’d never offer an apology for my thoughts or my desires that day. I lost control, several times, with regard to how my blood flowed, where it flooded to, and which part of my body it caused to harden. It was a constant, losing battle while Aria swayed her body next to mine as we walked back.
    When we arrived back at The Blackjack, she took me to the front porch. When she turned to look at me, her hair flew, unruly, past her cheek.