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enough so that I can look at him as he answers. He shrugs. “You seemed comfortable. I liked how you sighed and snuggled closer to me while you slept. I didn’t want to wake you.”
    For a second I can only look at him. I wasn’t expecting that. His tone is warm and affectionate, and his face is sincere. There’s heat between us, and attraction, but this is something more than that. Something I’m not sure I’m ready for.
    “God, you’re a sap,” I say, pushing on his arm. I keep my voice light, trying to break the sudden tension.
    Brian flashes me a quick grin and stands up. “Breakfast?” he asks.
    “I have cereal, but that’s about it,” I say.
    “Let’s go out, then. I know a great breakfast place.”
    I decide to take a shower and change before we go out, and we stop by Brian’s place so he can do the same thing. This is my first time at his house. He lives in a subdivision across town from my apartment building. All of the houses are some variation of light gray or light brown—stone, taupe, off-white, cream—you get the picture. Brian’s house is no different. I’ll call it tan. I find subdivisions boring and stifling, but I live in an apartment so who am I to judge?
    Brian pulls into the garage and ushers me inside through the laundry room. The walls in his house are painted a tasteful off-white. The furniture is minimal and masculine, all clean lines and dark brown leather with a large flat screen TV dominating the living room.
    “Make yourself at home,” Brian says. “There’re drinks in the fridge if you’re thirsty.” He gives me a quick kiss before going down the hall to his bedroom.
    Twenty minutes later, Brian walks back out. I look him over as he enters the room, his hair still wet from the shower. His jeans hang off his hips just right, and his faded blue t-shirt fits close enough to hint at what’s underneath without giving too much away.
    He catches me checking him out and flashes me that knowing grin of his.
    “Ready for breakfast?” he asks, mischief dancing in his eyes.
    “Starved,” I say. I don’t just mean food, either.

    *
    I spend the day with Brian. We end up back at his place, stopping by a video store after breakfast to get The Princess Bride . Brian has surround sound and a large wall-mounted flat screen, so it’ll be the closest thing to a movie theater experience outside of a movie theater.
    “Well, what did you think?” I ask after we finish the movie. Brian’s sitting in the corner of the couch and I’m snuggled next to him, his arm around me and my head on his chest.
    He smiles down at me. “I see why you like it.”
    “Do you like it as much as Rocky Horror ?” I ask.
    He tilts his head and pauses for a moment to think. “Nothing beats Rocky Horror .”
    I heave a dramatic sigh. “I guess we’ll just have to agree to disagree, then.”
    He grins at me. “Oh, really? It’s not a deal breaker then?”
    It’s my turn to pause and think. “I don’t know … maybe it is.” I grin back at him.
    “I guess I’ll just have to convince you it shouldn’t be,” he says. That mischievous twinkle is back in his eyes.
    “How do you propose to do that?”
    In answer to my question he shifts me into his lap and kisses me. So far his kisses have always started out soft and tender before moving into something more insistent, more demanding. Not this time. This kiss is all heat and scorching desire from the beginning. He pulls me around further so that I’m straddling his lap. He grinds me down onto him so I can feel the proof of his arousal. His hands seem to be everywhere—my hips, running up my back, tangling in my hair—pulling me as close to him as possible. His hands are back at my waist and I feel his fingers teasing under the hem of my shirt, warm and immediate against my bare skin. His mouth moves away from mine and starts to work his way down my neck to my collarbone while his hands start moving upward, lifting my shirt. He pushes my shirt up