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here. I wanted his kiss, his touch. My body ached for him. I didn’t mean it was right. Just that I didn’t care. My arm raised to his face, stroked his cheeks and chin. His fingers trailed my legs and thigh. I felt naked in these shorts. I didn’t care. My eyes focus on his lips, and I remembered the sweet taste. I wanted to taste them again. He meets me half way, and we kiss. Carefully at first, tasting each other. He pushed me upwards, and I twisted my body upright to get closer. The kissing got more passionate, and I exhaled as he moved his mouth down my neck. I put my legs on either side of his, and he grabbed my behind, pulling me closer. I knew I was at a crossroad, but I didn’t know how to stop. I wanted him. My body wanted him. And I could feel him wanting me. His fingers grip the lining on my top and dragged it upwards. His face was nuzzling my breast through the fabric. I gasped as he bit. Then his foot must have bumped the table, for suddenly my glassed tilted over and wine spilled over the table and down to the floor. Leave it , I thought, but Christopher was already lifting me off to save my phone on the table. The moment was over. I sighed and walked to the kitchen to find something to clean it up. I could have bought a new phone . Why did something always interrupt us? I knew the answer: because its not meant to be. This was life sending me a message. I’m not someone who beds a married man. I don’t go around having sex with someone who will leave the next morning. I didn’t need the pain of loving someone who couldn’t possible be mine. And even if he weren’t married, what makes me think he would care about me besides sex. I was a nobody. He was a God.
    It felt awkward when all was cleaned up and we were seated again. I chose to sit in my corner with my knees up, barricading me from him. It didn’t do much good, he continued his fondling up and down my thigh, turning me on again. I couldn’t give him anymore of me. I knew I wouldn’t be able to deal with the pain when he left in the morning. I didn’t want to get sick again, I had to take better care of myself. So I forced the words out, deciding that it was better if he left now, before I caved.
    ‘ I’m not going to have sex with you.’ I hid my face in my knees.
    ‘ It didn’t seem like that a moment ago.’ He grabbed my chin and forced me to look at him. He didn’t seem angry, as I feared. ‘But that’s ok. We are not going to do something your not ready for. I’m a patience man.’
    I didn’t understand his words. He was going to wait? How long? And why?
    ‘I mean it. We are not having sex.’
    ‘ I understand.’
    It didn’t seem like it. Why was he smiling? And why didn’t he leave?
    ‘I’m sorry I invited you home. I should have told you I don’t take strangers home to have sex with them.’ Especially not married man, I wanted to ad.  
    ‘ But your wrong, though. We’re not strangers. This is practically our third date.’ He was still stroking my thigh. God, it felt good. Snap out of it.
    ‘ So your impression of a date is meeting at an student art exhibition filled with lots of people, including your wife?’ I had to mention her. ‘And our other date was shared with your assistant, here in my apartment?’
    ‘ Yes, I admit the circumstances could be different.’ He laughed, and I held back a giggle too. The tension was gone. ‘But that being said, I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since our first meeting. That should count for something.’ He kissed my knees. I was caving.  
    ‘ Maybe you should go’, I whispered.
    ‘ Are you throwing me out?’
    ‘ No.’
    He kept stroking me.
    ‘But if you keep doing that, I might do something I’m going to regret in the morning.’
    ‘ Well, we can’t have that, can we?’ He winked at me and held up his hands. Then he moved to the other corner. ‘See, I can be good.’
    We stayed in our designated corners the rest of the n ight, talking about my