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few weeks ago was almost impossible to bear. Watching him stand and stare back at me as the words Ashley said started to sink in, yet I was afraid I wasn’t good enough for him or the lifestyle he chose to live. With scattered emotions I just up and left him…again.
    The memories of the times the two of us shared are remarkable, other than the moments in which I ran away. I never gave him a chance, an opportunity for him to show me the aspects of his life he preferred to keep a secret.
    I can’t help but wonder, if he did care and want more with me, why didn’t he share the intimate details of his character…or did he? I can’t fathom a successful man such as Connor Samson wanting an average southern belle who would rather wear a pair of run down chucks than the Louis Vuitton’s her mother purchased her for Christmas last year.
    Ugh, I don’t know why I torture myself.
    Snapping out of my mental anguish, I stand up from the concrete surrounding the fountain, deciding to call it a night. Walking along the sidewalk, I watch for an available cab. Seeing one approach, I stop and wait for it to come to a complete stop. The door opens as a man steps out.
    My eyes immediately take in his presence, my heart beat accelerating as our eyes connect. Without a word, he closes the cab door and steps onto the sidewalk. I feel as if my jaw is sitting wide open. Attempting to swallow, I can’t. My throat is bone dry and, for the life of me, I can’t even blink an eye as I stare back into his deep, dark eyes.
    “Jesika,” he says breathlessly.
    Closing my lips, I blink a few times to make certain this moment is actually happening. He’s standing here, directly in front of me and my body is frozen in place.
    He continues to watch me, as the feeling of stupidity registers through my clouded thoughts.
    “Connor, wh-what are you doing here?” I ask in a trembling tone.
    Pulling me further onto the sidewalk, he continues to hold my hand as his eyes trace every inch of my face. I can’t help the overwhelming feeling that is rushing through me. Having him here, standing so close to me and looking at me with such admiration warms my heart.
    “I was out for drinks with some friends and after an unexpected surprise hit me, I needed to get out and get some air. I love the museum here,” he says nodding to the building behind us. “So here I am…and here you are.”
    I watch as his lips curl up into a smile, his eyes shining back at me.
    “I’m glad you’re here, but I was just about to leave,” I remark, looking away from his gaze.
    Lifting my chin with his fingers, he pulls me to look up at him.
    “Don’t go, stay with me. I’d love if you’d accompany me. ”
    Nodding, I smile back to him.
    “I’d like that too,” I reply as we walk together to the doors of the museum.
    Throughout the next few hours, Connor and I fall back into the rhythm we once experienced. His company, intellect for the arts and appreciation for beauty is astounding. I can’t help but watch him as he gazes intently at the paintings and sculptures. The passion in his eyes pure and sending a wave of peace through me to see him so calm and relaxed.
    Standing in front of the final display, a female voice announces that the museum will be closing in fifteen minutes. Connor looks down to his watch and then back up to me raising his brow.
    “I guess we lost track of time,” I say with a smile.
    “I always get lost in time when I’m with you, Jesika,” he responds stepping in closer to me. “You have a way about you that makes me forget the man I am, it frightens me.”
    Swallowing the lump rising in my throat, I lick my lips to moisten the dryness as my heart begins to race.
    He raises his hands and cups them against my face drawing our mouths together. His lips against mine feel incredible. Everything surrounding me goes black as I close my eyes. His tongue traces and pushes against the seam of my lips, I instantly grant him access. My hands pull