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words out. I was gone, maybe never coming back to reality. “Thank
you for picking me up.”
    “The pleasure is all mine, bella .”
He eyed my outfit. “You look very adorable.”
    “Thank you,” I smiled wishing
everything would go as slowly as possible now.
    I spent a lot of time picking my
outfit for tonight... more time than I probably spent studying in the last few
weeks. It was a big dilemma — a
dress or skirt? You don’t want to look too dressy but I didn’t want access to
be too easy either if you know what I mean? Sandals or boots? Seriously; were
we climbing sand dunes or not? Jewelry or was that too dressy? I wish we had
all been born with fur coats like dogs and cats and all we had to do was pick a
collar for the night. Wow another weird thought... where did that come from?
Mm. Meow.
    Anyway, I decided on a hot pink fitted
wraparound dress that fell just above my knees with three-quarter length
sleeves which felt very girly. I figured Tomás might like a feminine type and I
selected strappy sandals—I could always take them off to run across dunes. As
for the underwear, well I spent a whole day on that not knowing if I’d be
leaving it on or taking it off but I went for white, seamless, fitted, and
satin-fabric. Didn’t want lace marks ruining my dress line. It was so complex.
I wondered if Tomás spent any time thinking about his underwear; Lord knows I
spent plenty of time thinking about what was next to his skin.
    Tomás started the car and pulled
out. It glided along the road and he looked like the master behind the wheel. I
think we might have been the first to sit in these leather seats and the silver
and black interior was so beautiful. I looked at him, so in control, so
stunning, and I wondered what it must feel like to be in his body, to be Tomás
Carrera. I admired his beautiful arms, his hands on the steering wheel, the way
he wore his watch—this guy was going to kill me.
    “Now, the great date,” Tomás said,
getting my attention and musing over his words. “Well, I plan for it to be
great. We have a lot of things to do.”
    “Do we?” I asked, surprised.
    “Yes. We are starting with drinks at
one of my favorite bars... you’ll like it I’m sure.”
    As he drove, he reached over and
took my hand. I am going to remember this moment for ever. And the next moment
and the moment after that. Tomás drove along the harbor and took his hand back
to do a reverse park opposite a bar with water views.
    “A friend of mine just opened this
little bar a few months ago.” He ducked his head a little in the car to look
out the window and up at the sky. “We have probably twenty minutes.” Tomás
opened the door, jumped out and raced around to my side to open the door. He
extended his hand and helped me out.
    “Why? What’s happening in twenty
minutes?” I asked.
    “You’ll see.” Tomás smiled at me.
He locked the car, took my hand and we crossed the street. It was such a buzz
walking beside him—tall and handsome, my hand in his. People called out
greetings to him as they passed and he returned them. Some snapped photos with
their phones. Wow, these guys never got an off day.
    We entered the trendy little bar
and I saw the reserved sign along the bench table at the front.
    “Ah, here’s Rocco.” Tomás shook
hands with a small, nuggety man all dressed in black.
    “Rocco, this is Al... iss.”
    “Pleasure,” Rocco said, and shook
my hand. “The seats you requested are waiting,” he said, indicating them. He
looked pretty pleased to have Tomás in the front bench seat of his bar.
    Tomás led me to the timber bench
and stool.
    “Now Al... iss, you must sit this
way,” he said, facing me to see the water and the sunset but also very close to
him. He put his legs on either side of mine and sat facing me. I was
overwhelmed by view—the ocean, the sunset, and Tomás with his legs pressed against
me. I felt like a bundle of nerves. Everything was heightened; I was not sure I
would