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him studying her face intently. One time she looked up and he
was staring longingly at her mouth, his eyes were nearly black at
that moment and she felt her face and body burning with lust for
him. More and more she knew that she had never wanted anything more
than she wanted to be loved by Fletcher Green. It hadn’t been her
choice to go to Los Angeles, then she had stumbled into becoming
the DeLuca girl and her life had simply unfolded from there of its
own accord. But she wanted him; she desired a complete and entire
life with him. He was her choice, his beauty and goodness and even
his silence. She wanted to feel him inside her and then grow a baby
from that act. From an act of love, something she’d never truly
felt for a man, and the most certain thing she’d ever known in her
life was that she was undeniably in love with him.
     
    Downstairs her cell phone rang again and
again, she finally went to down and looked at the screen. Alana had
tried to call and Sean and even her mother, but she had talked with
her mother just days before so she knew it wouldn’t be anything
important. In the kitchen she made two mugs of hot chocolate, then
on a whim poured in a few splashes of bourbon and carried them
upstairs.
    She sat cross legged a few feet from where he
worked, he lay on his back struggling with the rusty fireplace
damper and she sat a mug next to him when he noticed her.
    “Cheers!” she said lifting her mug, she took
a sip and coughed, it was stronger than she expected.
    He sat up and laughed, which was always a
welcome sound, he wore a thin t-shirt and jeans even though it was
cold, but fighting with the rusted metal of the old fireplace made
him sweat. He reached for his zippered hoodie and wiped the chimney
soot from his face, then took a large swallow from the mug while
his eyes held hers.
    “A drinking contest, is that what you want?”
she asked. “Okay then, you got it buddy!” She took another large
swallow and her eyes watered.
    He laughed loud and long and it was such a
magical sound, always unexpected and wonderfully comforting.
    They drank and she talked as he listened,
then he finished his drink all at once and smiled at her like the
cat who ate the canary and went back to work.
    She ran downstairs, grabbed the bottle of
bourbon, then returned to the bedroom and placed it on the floor
between them. His eyes twinkled as she poured the amber liquid into
their empty mugs. She lifted hers and drank and it was so strong
she fought not to spit it out. He tilted his head to the side and
his eyes were full of merriment that let her know he thought she
was a light weight.
    “Let me see you do better!” she said and he
turned his mug up and drained it, then wiped his mouth with the
back of his hand. “Hmm, so you’re a smart ass, huh?” she said and
tried to do the same, but she coughed and sputtered while most of
it ran down her chin.
    He leaned back on his elbows and laughed
loudly once again.
    The liquor coursed through her veins making
her bold, she moved toward him and placed a hand on his chest, “is
talking the only thing you don’t do?”
    His eyes darkened and she was shocked at the
implication of her own words. He lay on his back and pulled her on
top of him, her hair fell across his chest and he sighed deeply as
his mouth covered hers. The kiss was electric and ignited something
within her that was new and scandalous. His hands were on her face
and in her hair, his lips brushed her neck and then they were hot
on her mouth again. They turned as one and she stared up at his
face with wonder, her hands moved over his body, touching the firm
muscles she had only dreamed of.
    Their hands were unsteady as he unbuttoned
her shirt and she tugged at his t-shirt, working her hands under
the soft cloth onto his burning skin. She fumbled with the buckle
of his belt as his free hand slipped into her pants to caress her
smooth thigh and pull it higher and firmly against him, then his
fingers moved