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my sentence by giving him a suggestive up
and down glance with my eyes.
    That made him laugh. “What
are you talking about?”
    I sighed, still feeling the
wine. “You know...”
    He shook his head, confused
but amused at the same time. “What the hell are you talking about,
girl? Or are you just drunk?”
    “ I am a little
tipsy,” I admitted. “But what I mean is...” I took a breath. “How
do you keep such a banging body if you don’t work out?”
    He raised his eyebrows at
me. “I never said I didn’t work out...you like my body?”
    Fuck, he was turning me on
all over again.
    I laughed. “Nah...I’m more
into the skinny, nerdy type you profess to be but...for some reason
I still confused you with your brother.”
    He nodded slowly. “I
see...”
    “ Yeah...so if
this is skinny and nerdy then I would be interested to see what you
call athletic.” I kept my eyes tightly glued to his.
    He didn’t say anything right
away, just held my gaze for what seemed like an eternity. He looked
like he wanted to say something – or do something – but he held
back.
    “ What?” I
couldn’t stand it anymore.
    He shook his head slowly.
“Nothing...just thinking.”
    “ About what?” I
was lost.
    He kept his eyes on mine.
“Just...you. Thinking about you...thinking about how you would feel
if I told you I’m about to try to kiss you.”
    The blood seemed to rush
through my veins at record speed. I caught my breath. “How would I
feel?” I repeated. It was all I could manage.
    He nodded. “Wondering if I
should keep thinking about it...or just do it?”
    I swallowed. Wet my lips.
This was too much...
    “ You’re asking
me?” Again, it was all I could come up with.
    He smiled then, just a
little. “Maybe I shouldn’t ask you...”
    I paused, my heart racing.
“Maybe...” I admitted, as he brushed a lock of my hair behind my
ear. “But it’s nice that you...”
    My voice trailed off as
those soft, beautiful lips of his took my breath away and I was
suddenly overcome with his mouth and his tongue and that sweet
scent of his cologne as he kissed me slowly, gently – and then
deeper and deeper as I started to respond to him. His hand caressed
the side of my face so tenderly. I couldn’t remember the last time
anyone had kissed me like that. What struck me the most was that he
just focused on my mouth, on the kiss... He was so attentive to
that simple act that the rest of his body – the rest of himself –
held back. I was trembling.
    And then he pulled away
slowly.
    “ Hmmm...” He let
out a satisfied sigh. “Sorry.” His voice was so soft and deep. “I
cut you off.”
    I caught my breath – trying
to regain my thoughts. “It’s okay...I didn’t notice.”
    He smiled. “You still
hungry?” he wanted to know.
    I nodded slowly, still
completely breathless. “Famished.”
    He kind of laughed. “All
right...come with me.”
    He led me into the kitchen
then as I was still trying to recover from that kiss, trying to
decide if all of this was really happening or if it was just some
extremely intense dream I was having.
    “ So what you feel
for, Gabriela?” Ben was talking then, after he had flipped on the
stereo and some soft dub music filled the air around us.
    I tried desperately to snap
out of this trance I was in, as I watched him move around his
kitchen, grabbing an apron and a few pots, and then head toward his
industrial-sized refrigerator.
    I didn’t say anything and
that’s when he turned and looked at me. “Are you okay?” He looked
concerned all of a sudden.
    “ Yeah...” I let
my breath out. “Sorry I’m just...I’m fine.”
    He didn’t look
completely convinced. “You sure?” he asked as I came up beside
him.
    I nodded quickly, snapping
out of it for good. “What about...breakfast?” I suggested. “Can you
make me some breakfast?”
    Ben smiled. “You got it,
baby...”
     
    Ω
     
    His breakfast
for me started with a simple fruit salad of oranges, bananas,
mangoes