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in me stemmed any further than his love for my dog. As if
punctuating her profound effect on people, Betty let out a loud
snore as she rolled over. My friends all giggled at her unladylike
behaviour.
    I returned to Toronto with a weight on my chest. I missed Ned.
He didn’t miss me. Of this I was sure.
    On the evening of December thirtieth, there was a soft knock
on my door. It was so soft, in fact, I wondered if I imagined it.
Unfolding my penguin print flannel covered legs, I was about to
investigate when the knock sounded again, louder and more
insistent. The knocking continued until I answered the door,
swinging it open with the power of a gale force wind.
    “ What ?” I yelled.
“Oh, um, hi.”
    “ I’m sorry, did I get you at a bad time?”
    “ No, no. Don’t be silly.” I mean, sure I was
standing in front of the most gorgeous man in our building whilst
wearing purple flannel pyjamas with skateboarding penguins on them,
thick framed glasses, and a messy ponytail piled atop my head. At
least I had removed the wax from my upper lip about ten minutes
earlier. Whew! “Um,
would you like to come in?”
    “ Yes,” he said, picking up a large duffel bag.
    “ Wait. Before I let you in, what’s in the bag? You don’t have a
chainsaw and hefty bags in there, do you? I mean, you don’t strike
me as the axe murdering type but I have made errors in judgement of
character before.”
    Ned dropped the bag and wrapped his arms around my waist. His
full, boyish lips found mine and just like that he was kissing me.
It took a few moments for me to overcome my shock before I actually
started kissing him back. He stopped and stepped away.

    “ I’m sorry, Nina. Did you not want me to... I mean, I just
missed you so much. If you don’t feel the same—”
    It was my turn to cut him off. I did this by jumping on him,
wrapping my legs around his slim waist, and covering his lips with
my own. His hands slipped under my thighs as he kicked his bag
inside the apartment. We moved blindly about until he slammed the
door with his heel and whipped me around. My back rested against
the cool wood. I groaned as his lips left mine to scrape across my
chin, jaw, and neck.
    His hand found my breast and I was sure he could feel my heart
pounding against my rib cage.
    “ I was so determined to take it slow with you, Nina. But I
can’t get you out of my head. I felt empty without you over the
holidays.”
    I was shocked and delighted his feelings mirrored mine. And
then more intense emotions took over as he squeezed my nipple.
Reaching for the hem of my oversized shirt, I pulled it upward. He
caught it and helped me get it over my head before dropping it on
the floor by his bag. Again his hand found my breast, but this time
flesh contacted with flesh and my entire body tensed at the
sensation. Now I wanted more. I wanted to feel his breath, his
lips, his teeth on my nipple. I wanted his chest pressed against
mine.
    “ The bedroom is that way,” I breathed the words.
    Carrying and kissing me the entire way, he wobbled across the
small apartment until we arrived at the bedroom. Together we fell
onto my bed. That’s when clothes started flying. Briefly I
considered the fact it was going to be a pain to gather all the
clothing later. That was my last rational thought.
    His hands and lips were everywhere. I ran my own fingers along
his well formed abs and flat tummy. As my nails lightly scraped his
pubic hair he sucked in his breath and stilled his movements. I
dipped my hand lower and softly touched his velvety soft head. He
gasped and his forehead fell into the crook of my neck. My hand
closed over the thick shaft and I swear I felt him tremble. Slowly,
firmly I pumped my fist up and down against his hard cock, enjoying
the sound of his quickening breath in my ear. Cupping his balls
with my other hand, I felt them tighten.
    “ Wait! Oh God, wait,” he groaned after a few minutes. He gently
swatted my hands away. “I don’t