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mouth and smiled at her, touching the tip of her pert little nose. “I’m glad we decided to meet here,” he said.
“I am, too. I’ve missed you a lot.”
“I had some stuff to take care of with the gang the past two weekends, and I’ve been busy at work this the week. It’s a wonder I have any time at all to talk in the evenings, but I made time today.”
“The only thing on my agenda is school, school, and more school. I can’t wait for the summer semester to be over. I took it on thinking I’d get closer to finishing up. Well, it got me closer, but I’m exhausted.” Afia lolled her head back, massaging her neck. Sam watched her face, thinking she was beautiful. It made it harder to resist her, to stick to his resolve.
Over the weeks apart, ever since they had made a decision to get back together, Sam had been thinking. He wanted to be with Afia, but he also wanted to protect her, and it was difficult knowing his role in her life caused her so much pain. The situation with her brother wasn’t under control. Afia had confided to Sam the minor blackmail she was using to keep Rayan out of her business, but Sam had a feeling things would soon come to a head.
He knew he wanted his relationship to stand, and he knew her parents would likely want it to dissolve. The least he could do, though, was keep Afia in an honorable position. Sam had made the decision not to sleep with her again. If their connection could stand that test, it could stand anything. And, if the relationship didn’t work out…well, then at least she would retain some of her innocence.
“To tell you the truth, I’ve kind of been avoiding you,” he confessed sheepishly.
Afia pulled back, surprised. “Why have you been avoiding me?” A shaggy terrier raced past them, yapping loudly at a boy playing with a ball in the grass. Afia’s attention was momentarily arrested by its passing, but when she turned back to Sam, he was staring at her intently. His elbow was rested on the back of the park bench, and he wore a half smile.
“For the same reason people on diets avoid their favorite restaurants. You’re too much of a temptation. Every time I see you, Afia, I feel a rush. It’s like a drug. They always say that about love and desire—that it’s addicting. But, I mean more like a dangerous high, and I want more and more of you. I’m not trying to have merely a physical relationship with you. So, I’m trying to avoid sleeping with you. There are deeper ways to connect. Easier said than done, but possible.”
Afia tilted her head to the side, considering. There certainly were deeper ways to connect. It was pleasant talking on the phone deep into the night like teenagers, like they’d never run out of things to say to each other. She could picture more dates like the current one, too. It would be lovely to go out, have dinner, see a movie, and hold hands. Intimacy wasn’t about intercourse. It was about meaningful sharing. She liked the sound of his proposition.
“Are you telling me that you’re still willing to be with me even if there’s no sex involved?” Afia asked skeptically. “That’s not very American of you.” She giggled, not fully believing him.
Sam laughed and said, “Why isn’t it? This place is all about individualism. Just because the majority is into something doesn’t mean everybody is or everybody should be. I don’t run with a crowd, sweetheart. I’m telling you I want to be with you, regardless of whether we’re sleeping together. The thing that bothers me about this problem with your parents is I understand they’re just looking out for your best interests.”
She tucked her hand into his, staring off at the lake, the swans, and the landscape. There were colorful flowers, some of them desert blossoms. The local climate got hot enough for them. She contemplated Sam’s response. “I know that’s what they’re trying to do. I can also see how to
“I am, too. I’ve missed you a lot.”
“I had some stuff to take care of with the gang the past two weekends, and I’ve been busy at work this the week. It’s a wonder I have any time at all to talk in the evenings, but I made time today.”
“The only thing on my agenda is school, school, and more school. I can’t wait for the summer semester to be over. I took it on thinking I’d get closer to finishing up. Well, it got me closer, but I’m exhausted.” Afia lolled her head back, massaging her neck. Sam watched her face, thinking she was beautiful. It made it harder to resist her, to stick to his resolve.
Over the weeks apart, ever since they had made a decision to get back together, Sam had been thinking. He wanted to be with Afia, but he also wanted to protect her, and it was difficult knowing his role in her life caused her so much pain. The situation with her brother wasn’t under control. Afia had confided to Sam the minor blackmail she was using to keep Rayan out of her business, but Sam had a feeling things would soon come to a head.
He knew he wanted his relationship to stand, and he knew her parents would likely want it to dissolve. The least he could do, though, was keep Afia in an honorable position. Sam had made the decision not to sleep with her again. If their connection could stand that test, it could stand anything. And, if the relationship didn’t work out…well, then at least she would retain some of her innocence.
“To tell you the truth, I’ve kind of been avoiding you,” he confessed sheepishly.
Afia pulled back, surprised. “Why have you been avoiding me?” A shaggy terrier raced past them, yapping loudly at a boy playing with a ball in the grass. Afia’s attention was momentarily arrested by its passing, but when she turned back to Sam, he was staring at her intently. His elbow was rested on the back of the park bench, and he wore a half smile.
“For the same reason people on diets avoid their favorite restaurants. You’re too much of a temptation. Every time I see you, Afia, I feel a rush. It’s like a drug. They always say that about love and desire—that it’s addicting. But, I mean more like a dangerous high, and I want more and more of you. I’m not trying to have merely a physical relationship with you. So, I’m trying to avoid sleeping with you. There are deeper ways to connect. Easier said than done, but possible.”
Afia tilted her head to the side, considering. There certainly were deeper ways to connect. It was pleasant talking on the phone deep into the night like teenagers, like they’d never run out of things to say to each other. She could picture more dates like the current one, too. It would be lovely to go out, have dinner, see a movie, and hold hands. Intimacy wasn’t about intercourse. It was about meaningful sharing. She liked the sound of his proposition.
“Are you telling me that you’re still willing to be with me even if there’s no sex involved?” Afia asked skeptically. “That’s not very American of you.” She giggled, not fully believing him.
Sam laughed and said, “Why isn’t it? This place is all about individualism. Just because the majority is into something doesn’t mean everybody is or everybody should be. I don’t run with a crowd, sweetheart. I’m telling you I want to be with you, regardless of whether we’re sleeping together. The thing that bothers me about this problem with your parents is I understand they’re just looking out for your best interests.”
She tucked her hand into his, staring off at the lake, the swans, and the landscape. There were colorful flowers, some of them desert blossoms. The local climate got hot enough for them. She contemplated Sam’s response. “I know that’s what they’re trying to do. I can also see how to
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