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means ‘gone but not forgotten,’" Ian answers, as if he's reading my mind. His hands are gently rubbing up and down my back.  I look up at him and he looks so serene and peaceful. He gives me a dimpled smile as his deep blues meet mine.  He's lost someone very special to him; so special he had it tattooed on his body.  I find myself also wanting to ask, but I don't.
                  "It's beautiful," is all I say, returning my head to rest in the crook of his arm.
                  "You’re beautiful, Ms. Jackson," he replies.  I nuzzle my face into his chest and Ian grabs the duvet throwing it over us.  Within seconds, I'm asleep.
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 6
     
                  When I awake, I feel like I had the best dream. I'm still smiling as the night comes back to me.  I roll over and there he is. He still smells amazing.  He's on his stomach; one leg is sprawled out crooked over the covers and one hand is buried under the pillow.  God, he is so stunning I can hardly look away at the sight of him sleeping so soundly next to me.  The sun streaking into the window makes his golden skin look amazing against the stark white duvet.  His calf muscles and his feet are like works of art.  Jesus Christ, Aubrey, get it together already. He’s just a man. A god of a man, but still just a man .
                  I feel like I should be freaking out right now at what he was saying last night; about how I was his and that I agreed with him that I was, but I'm not. Last night was very passionate, and like me, I'm sure he only said those things in the throes of passion.
                  He knows I don't want a relationship, so I am positive he probably doesn't want one either. Hell, he's just as busy as I am. I'm sure it was only the heat of the moment. Please let it have been just the heat of the moment .
                  The clock on the table says 9:30.  Shit, my flight leaves in 3 hours.  I still need to talk to Ethan about the job and living arrangements.  I sneak out of bed and quietly shut the door to the bathroom. 
                  I'm in the shower washing away last night's smells and it makes me sad. I do love the smell of Ian on me.  He has the most intoxicating scent.  I hurry though not having time to diddle doddle in the shower. 
                  After I dry off I wrap the large, white fluffy towel around me and tuck it right above my breasts.  Shit! I realize all my clothes are in the bedroom.  God I hope he is still asleep so I can sneak out, grab some clothes, and get dressed before he wakes up.  I want clothes on before he wakes because I'm not sure if I could resist him if he would try to get some morning sex.  That's too much, that's too relationshipy.  But damn if I wouldn't love it .
                  I slowly open the bathroom door and look at the bed. It's empty. Oh good, maybe he left already.  God I hope he left already. No I don't. He didn't even say goodbye .  Why does that bother me, it's easier this way.  I can get out and get back to New York without worrying about it until I see him next week to work on the contracts.  Shit, he didn't even say goodbye .
                  I'm lost in my thoughts when I see my aquamarine shirt lying on the floor in shreds.  I smile to myself remembering how it felt when Ian ripped it off of me, then sadness again for not even saying goodbye. Shaking it off I hurry and dress in cut off jean shorts and a tight cotton t-shirt.  I walk around the room picking up my discarded clothes and grab my suitcase from the closet so I can start packing. 
                  I step out into the main room to see if there is anything of mine out there when I'm hit with the sight of him.