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clothes?
Maybe he felt digging in my bag for panties was a little out of his comfort zone.
    I towel-dried my hair and slipped on his clothes. They smelled good. They smelled like him. I loved that smell.
What is it?
Cologne? No, it wasn’t cologne. I wasn’t sure what it was, but it was a clean, fresh scent mixed with a little outdoorsy woodsy smell. Strange but wonderful!
    He was back on the couch when I came out. He had the windows open, and I could hear the rain. The sound relaxed me. “You feel better?”
    “Thanks. Yes. Just a little chilly.” I sat on the other end of the couch.
    He got up and got a blanket and wrapped it around me. “Dry your hair. Or you’re gonna get sick.”
    “I’m OK.” I smiled at him gratefully.
    “Well, how was your day?”
    “Oh, it was good. Just went across the river. What did you do all day?”
    “Nothing. The photo shoot was outside, so it got rescheduled.”
    “What’s it for?” I asked.
    He blushed. “It’s a secret. I’ll tell you when I know for sure.”
    What the?
“Is it bad? Are you naked?”
    He began to laugh. “No. It’s a good thing. It could change everything, but I don’t want to jinx myself.” He rubbed his face and looked back at me.
    “OK! If you say so.” He got up and got some wine and looked at me to ask if I’d like a glass. I smiled and nodded. He brought me the wine and a few decks of cards. “What are we playing?”
    “Nothing. Let’s see how tall we can build a card tower before it falls over.” Was he serious? He must have read my mind because next he said, “I know it sounds childish, but it’s actually fun.”
    And that perfect smile was all I needed to convince me. “Then let’s do it.”
    We sat there for well over an hour, playing with this house of cards. He was so still and so steady stacking those cards. He could have been a great surgeon with those hands. I had never thought that before, because he wasn’t usually still. I didn’t know if he had ADHD or if he was just excited all the time, but he sometimes reminded me of a little kid in this gorgeous man’s body. Especially right now; his whole face lit up like a five-year-old’s over this card tower. I was enjoying watching him more than I was building the tower. I wasn’t as good at it as he was, but it was really pretty fun. We worked together to keep it from falling.
    It was over three feet tall when a sudden gust of wind came in and destroyed it. “Aah!” he groaned and then looked at me. “Let’s play War.”
    “With cards?”
    “Well, yeah. I mean, I could wrestle you, but let’s not go there.” He got up and began gathering cards.
    I laughed at that and started picking up cards as well. Once we had all the cards stacked correctly, we sat on the floor facing each other.
    “Wait,” he said and got up and fetched a bottle of Patrón and two shot glasses from the cabinet.
    “What are we doing with that?” I asked, a little concerned.
    “Loser has to take a shot.”
    “Loser of each battle or each round?”
    “Round. Unless you want this to be a short, messy game,” he said.
    We played until I had a serious buzz going. “OK, I’m out. You win,” I said throwing the rest of my cards down.
    “What do I win?”
    “I don’t know. What do you want?” If I hadn’t been drunk, I might have been more nervous at that question.
    “How about a back rub?”
    “What? It was War, and I forfeited,” I protested, only because the thought of rubbing him anywhere made me very uncomfortable. Or very excited, but I was too tipsy to tell the difference.
    “Therefore, I won. Now rub me.”
    I started laughing. “Fine, but it’s going to be a short rub. I wouldn’t have agreed to this at all had it not been for the tequila.”
    “I’ll still take it.” He got up and headed for the bed, but I pointed at the couch. He looked disappointed but said nothing.
    Before he lay down, he took off his shirt, which I hadn’t realized was part of this deal — but