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and lick every inch of him. I buried my face under the blanket, embarrassed at my thoughts, growing slightly insecure. What if I didn’t do it for him? What if I totally sucked at being a lover? I mean sex was pretty basic, right? Insert penis and go for it.
    We’re far beyond hand jobs now, aren’t we, Aly?
    “What’cha thinkin’?”
    His voice made me jump. “Guess.”
    “Stop thinking so much.” He voice strained slightly as he crouched in front of the fireplace, moving the logs around.
    “I can’t help myself.” I sat up, watching him and the muscles on his back flex around. I stared back at the ring on my finger, so badly wanting to put it on my left hand. Finally Jake got the fire roaring, lighting up the room in a soft orange glow. I stared out the window, and it’d gotten really dark. The cloud cover was a deep gray. It was about to rain. I glanced around, looking up at the exposed beamed ceiling and down over the dark red walls, at last realizing the faint paint smell in air. I felt around the bed and grabbed one of the pillows, taking a closer look under the pillowcase. The pillow appeared to be new.
    Everything is new.
    “Jake did you just move in here?” He stood from his bent position.
    “You want more wine?”
    Uh, evade much?
    “Sure.” I blinked. Did he just ignore me? “Did you hear me?”
    “I did just move in here, a week ago,” he stated flatly, and vanished behind the black drape that separated the living area and his bedroom. I could hear the clinking of the glasses.
    My stomach sank and I wasn’t sure why. My mind began going to a crazy place, and I heard the voices of Nadine and Nicole about his girlfriend Sophia. Was he living with her? Is that why he had to move in here? I reminded myself that he’d just asked me to marry him, but for some stupid reason, I just needed to know.
    “What, were you living with someone?”
    He took a sip of wine and smirked at me. “Aly, who would I be living with?”
    Should I say her name? Ugh, then he’d know I’d been a stalker, a lurking lame ass. “Oh, I don’t know. One of the guys in your band.” I shrugged, now feeling stupid.
    He looked at me carefully and my eyes bounced all over his face. “Aly, I wasn’t living with a girl.”
    Oh my god, he knows me so well.
    “I wasn’t thinking that.” I tried to play it off, squirming around in the bed.
    “Yes you were.” He laughed and sighed, taking a final gulp from his glass. It was getting dark; we were now completely lit up by only the soft golden hue of the fireplace. “I wanted to start fresh, with you. I didn’t want any reminders of anything else. So I sold everything and moved upstairs, here.”
                  I so badly want to ask about Sophia. Ugh. There I go again, wanting to know about another chick. What the hell?
                  I smiled at him and finished off my wine, handing him the glass. I felt so grown up. I needed to stop with all the insecurities. I pulled at his arm, and he crawled under the blanket with me, still wearing his towel. I tugged at the towel and threw it to the end of the bed, getting as close to him as possible.
                  “I’m a little nervous,” I admitted, taking into his chest, stroking it as I listened to his heart beating. My head rose and fell with each breath he took, and he finally spoke words that surprised me.
                  “Me too.”
                  I looked up and him. “Why?”
                  He looked at me tenderly and I reached up, rubbing the stubble on his cheek. “For so many reasons.”

 
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                  We didn’t say any other words to each other. Everything just faded into a warm, delicious depth of slow, deliberate kisses and gentle, pleasing touches. Gone were the cold kind of goosebumps; those were replaced with the yearning kind. Even though he was at my fingertips, I wanted him closer. The ache coursing