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allowed it and even moved closer to him. There was no one else in my life who was going to provide any semblance of comfort, so I figured that I might as well take advantage of the only available free comfort.
    “I guess I can at least test that theory.” I made myself comfortable between his warm muscled arm and broad chest.
    “And for whatever its worth, I want to apologize to you for what I said earlier. Sometimes I can be harsh.”
    I looked up at him. I needed to see him. I had always felt that true feelings are best understood through the eyes. Someone had once said that they were the windows to the soul.
    Dylan beamed his charming smile down at me as he spoke and ebbed away at my weariness.
    “I think you’re a beautiful woman, and there’s nothing that I would change about you. Well, except you being sad. You have a smile like captured sunshine.”
    A good chuckle gurgled up from my gut. “Oh geesh, that was corny. Sunshine. Really?”
    He almost looked crestfallen at my response. A less confident man would have been hurt.
    “You can’t laugh at my apology.” he chided with a smile.
    “Who said?” I retorted with a smile.
    “Subsection J of the Friendship Ordinances clearly states that the receiving party of the apology must accept such apology without criticism and must not cause undue embarrassment to the negligible party.” He spouted as though those words were actually written somewhere.
    “I call bull.” I jested and felt a little lighter.
    “I’m just glad that you’re smiling. It’s really a beautiful thing.” Dylan added with sincerity before pressing his lips to my forehead.
    “Thank you.”
    I didn’t really know what to say.
    “I’m not used to people giving me compliments. Most of the time, my name might as well have been Casper the friendly ghost.” I winced. “It was like everyone saw right through me, like I didn’t matter.”
    “That’s harsh.” He comforted me, giving my shoulder a quick squeeze.
    “Today I felt like that again. Like no one saw me for who I am. Just my body parts.”
    His face, which looked like the gods, had taken time to skillfully craft, scrunched at my words.
    “Did I make you feel that way?”
    I nodded, unable to look up into the crystal clear blue of his eyes.
    “Damn.” The deep breathiness of his words sounded against my cheek as he pulled me closer and kissed my ear.
    There was a comfortable silence between us, and I stayed pressed against the rigid expanse of his chest.
    When it seemed as though the ride was taking longer than usual, I sat up and searched the crowded downtown streets and then Dylan’s face.
    “Where are we going? This isn’t the way to my loft.”
    He reached out an arm to pull me back to the place against him I had recently vacated.
    “You were so worked up earlier, I felt like it wouldn’t be safe for you to be alone.”
    My neck took on a life of its own and reared back without regard to Dylan’s title or position.
    “You did what?” The words punched out of my throat. “How dare you make those decisions for me.”
    “So, what? Should I have left you a crumpled mess on the bench?” he huffed back.
    “First of all …” my finger poked through the air with certainty, but my words were lost when he inserted his tongue into my mouth.
    I couldn’t decide whether the anger I felt was because of his blatant disregard for my ability to think yet again or because of the balmy heat that pooled between my legs from the intensity of his kiss causing my brain to nearly disintegrate.
    With firm hands he cupped my ass and slid my body closer to his, as he expertly explored the depths of my mouth.
    “I need to know that you are all right.” His words bristled against my lips as he held my face close to his. “I need you to come home with me.”
    His stare caused my breath to catch in my throat. I breathed him in, intoxicated by the spicy strength of his scent.
    “Okay.” I whimpered feeling like unset Jell-O in the