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into my arms and carry her to the couch, kneeling on the ground as I lay her on the thick cushions. Our eyes never leave each other’s. The intense gaze we hold makes my pulse rush. I gently push a stray hair behind her ear. The chocolate strands are twisted and messy, her cheeks a heated rosé . She’s gorgeous.
    “You’re beautiful.” The words leave my mouth against my better judgment. It’s clear to me that I won’t be able to have just one night with her. A smile breaks across her face.
    “You’re handsome.” The smirk she’s wearing is sexy as fuck.
    I pull the blanket that’s laying across the back of the couch down as I stand and lay it over her. “I should get dressed.” I move to the kitchen and slip my boxer briefs and jeans on. Bailey sits up and observes me with bright eyes.
    “Will you stay?” Her question hovers in the air as I clasp the final button on my shirt.
    I want to stay. I want to wake up next her… have my tongue deep inside her as the sun rises… I have so many things running through my head, but I know I shouldn’t. Staying isn’t an option.
    “I can’t.” I thought having her tonight would sooth the ache, that need, but it hasn’t. It’s just stoked the fire further.
    “You can’t or you won’t?” She sits up and stands, dropping the blanket. My lips part as I drink in her movements; her naked body is pure fucking torture.
    “I shouldn’t.”
    “Why? I just let you fuck me across my kitchen table. I think the “should” and the “shouldn’t” flew out the window four orgasms ago.” Her eyes lock on mine, and I exhale sharply. Bailey wraps her arms around my neck and presses her body along mine. She places her full lips against my mouth, and I melt. The cinnamon flavor of her lips is intoxicating.
    I nip her top lip as I pull away. “Not tonight. I work tomorrow.” Her smile drops just enough that I show my entire hand, go all in. Fuck! Let’s be honest, the whole deck is hers. “Can I take you out after work? Dinner sound good?”
    Her grin widens. “I’m supposed to meet up with my friends tomorrow night at some bar downtown to see a concert, some local band called Lakeside Prophets. A last hurrah before I’m a professional. Could we go there after?”
    A bar. Not my scene. “Let’s have dinner and play it by ear.” My statement catches me off guard. I’m not spontaneous, and I sure as fuck don’t play shit by ear. She is unraveling the heavy thread of who I have become… and fuck it all... I’ll let her.

 
    The shrill beep of my coffee maker alerts me the heavens have finally arrived. The warm water of my earlier shower did nothing to soothe the ache in my muscles, or between my legs. Cole. My lips break open into a stupid grin. I should feel a bit like a whore, I guess, but as I pour my coffee and look over at the table I’d had the best sex of my life on… I think I’ll give myself a break. Besides, name-calling isn’t very nice. I tried to put thoughts of Cole on the backburner all night last night, but to my dismay, and lack of sleep, I wasn’t successful.
    He’s a doctor, well-tailored, good with his mouth, and sexy in the most unreasonable kind of way, but I know not one thing about him. This tiny little detail I hope to rectify tonight. I’m so nervous to have dinner with him if I’m being honest. The man had had his tongue in places Jesus never intended for tongues to go. I giggle at my stupid internal joke and sip my coffee. This is what I do, though. It’s my M.O. I get myself all worked up and worried, and then I self-sabotage. It’s my way of keeping myself from getting hurt, and with Cole… I don’t see any way this can’t end badly.
    Our physical attraction is otherworldly. What if we go to dinner tonight and I have nothing to say, or he chews funny, or I make jokes and he doesn’t get it? Humor is very important. Cole seems so much older than me, so much more mature, I doubt he’ll even have fun at the bar tonight.