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home that night and insisted on taking her to her door, she was too weak to protest, instead she groped for explanations in case Nana was up, thankfully she wasn’t. She was so exhausted she barely made it out of the shower before she was fast asleep.
    His gifts had kept on coming and just when she thought he had no more surprises, he did just that. On the Monday, following their picnic on Saturday, a charcoal drawing of her was delivered by Daniel. She looked like a sensual creature sitting on a chair in the middle of a flower garden; her hair wind tousled, her full lips parted and her eyes smoky. If she hadn’t seen where he’d signed with the charcoal she couldn’t have guessed that he'd done it; the way in which he'd captured the lines and tones of her face was remarkable. The very next day, he had sent a cell phone similar to his stating that he didn’t do personal voice calls anymore and that thing she had wasn’t worthy to be called a cell phone. She’d hit the roof but Jordan had described her behavior as childish, but at least she'd gotten him to promise to stick to normal tokens such as roses and chocolate or sweet treats.
    On the fifth Saturday, he decided to take her to a local karaoke at an exquisite Diner off the high way leading out of town. After exhausting the voluntary talents, the vivacious host started randomly selecting person. She was on her third glass of wine when the host pointed to her; she had stared disbelievingly and turned to Jordan’s smiling face, he shrugged seeming amused by the whole situation as the crowd, on the host’s prompting kept shouting ‘red dress!, red dress!’, which happened to be her ensemble. She made her way to the stage reluctantly, all the while wondering what she was doing or why she'd even gotten up from her seat in the first place.
    She couldn’t do this, she thought; she hoped the crowd didn’t see her hands shaking around the microphone. She had never sung anywhere except at church before and she was familiar with those people; this was an entirely different situation. She began searching the crowd and found exactly what she needed; serious brown eyes staring at her with a confidence she didn’t feel.
    ‘You can do it’, he mouthed.
    She gained courage and the words of Adele’s ‘One and Only’ tumbled from her lips and as usually when she sang no one else existed except this time Jordan did and her eyes never left his.
    Every word, every note, every tune was a declaration, an avowal, a proclamation to him and he seemed to understand as his eyes glowed with warmth, his features strained. She hardly heard the resounding applause or an old lady telling her she sang like an angel; she had eyes only for the beautiful male specimen in beige evening suit, holding her gaze, his right arm outstretched.
    “You could rival Adele any day, my darling and win”, he murmured huskily.
     
    “Thank you”, she said in a voice that didn’t sound very much like her own.
     
    “Are you ready to leave?"
     
    “Yes”, she said breathlessly, allowing him to lead her to the car.
     
    He drove her home in a silence that was sizzling with undercurrents and she wasn’t surprised when he unbuckled her seatbelt and lifted her astride him as soon as he switched off the car at the entrance of the street leading to her house. She felt wild and when he kissed her she responded with a fervor she never knew she possessed. Tonight’s revelation had unleashed the woman in   her, the woman who needed Jordan to sate the unbearable hunger that he had ignited in her ever since that first day at the diner. His lips had left her mouth and were travelling along her cheek bone, down to her neck; nipping and licking and as the fire unfurled in her she threw her head back and gave him access.
     
    All the barriers between them were down. He seemed to be feeling the same freedom as he had never touched her so boldly after that night on the beach; she always felt his hunger when he’d