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may have. Then I get lost in my thoughts." Oh God, he rambles when he's nervous, too!
    I just look at his gorgeous face and wait to see if he's finished. Well, he's stopped talking. He also dropped his head into his hands and now he looks a little lost. Frankly, so do I.
    "Hey, I know exactly how you're feeling," I admit.
    He looks down at me and waits for me to carry on. "I get it. OK, I am going to tell you something that I don't openly talk about and I hope it doesn't change the way you see me, not that I know how you see me, that is if you see me at all."
    "I. See. You." He says each word slowly and individually. He's got my head in his hands and he's within kissing distance now. I freak and blurt it out, before it goes any further.
    "I'm a virgin!" Yeah, that came out a little too forced. God, kill me now .
    His sexy eyes widen and he takes a step back. No wait, come back!
    He turns his back to me for a second before looking back at me. "What?" he asks in disbelief.
    "I didn't mean for it to come out like that. Like I was assuming this was going to go any further, but you're the first guy that I have ever felt the need to tell and I know it came out all wrong and I am rambling again, I am so sorry." Shut up .
    A new song comes on. He takes my hand and leads me to the little open space in the center of my studio. He twirls me. No one has ever danced with me and this song isn't exactly the slowest, but I'm not complaining. He pulls my body close to his, rests his right hand on my lower back and holds out his left for me to hold out from our bodies. And we begin to sway.
    "So, all these paintings. Yours?" He gestures with his head toward the room around us.
    I smile and I feel a blush take over my cheeks. "Yep."
    "They are really nice." He presses a little tighter.
    "Thank you."
    He darts his eyes and throws his head towards one of my favorites. "This one, the stack of books I really like it. I take it you like to read?"
    I nod slowly. "I do. It's my escape from this teeny apartment and small life."
    He frowns a little. "Yes you do have a small place here, don't you? But I doubt your life is anything but small."
    Before I can reply he notices something in the corner by my music station. He drops his grip on my lower back, which disappoints me a little. But he doesn't let go of my hand. Instead he's leading me over to his target in sight. What the hell does he see? He stops us in the corner and he's looking at the wall behind my dock and stacks of CDs.
    Deep in thought, he looks from the wall to me. "These photos," he points to the wall. "You took them?" Oh, he noticed my slightly obscene collection of concert photos that I took...without permission...I know, I know, all the signs at every show say no cameras, but how can I resist? I love taking photographs of the musicians and the crowd. To capture that feeling in the moment; their high if you will. So if that means sticking my camera in my bra or down my pants, I'll do it! It's not like I can get one of those fancy "press" badges or "All Access" passes and bring my Canon into the venue. That's the dream.
    "Yeah, I kinda had to sneak my camera into these places. My dream is to get in with my Canon, to get some really great shots," I admit.
    His expression is soft and sexy as hell. "I think I have been to all of these shows."
    I look up into his liquid caramel eyes. "Really? That's kind of a coincidence and I have never seen you at a single one."
    He shrugs his shoulders and straightens his back. "That's because I go to the shows for work."
    "Seriously?" I know my eyes must look like they are going to pop right out my little head; I am stunned and highly turned on.
    "You know the music magazine Tones ?" he asks.
    I bolt to my coffee table, bend over to the shelf underneath and grab a stack of, like, ten magazines. "Uh, yeah! I do!" and I drop them next to my music dock.
    He chuckles. "So I see where all of our Seattle sales have gone to."
    "So what do you do at Tones to get