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could’ve asked,” I said, shaking my head at him. Really! Who did that?
                  “May I have a taste of what you’re having?” he asked, polite as can be.
                  “Yes, you may,” I said, wondering why. He had a perfectly good hot dog to himself, piled high with relish and ketchup and mustard and onions. Both of our breaths would stink to high heaven after this, but at least neither one of us would be able to tell with the other.
                  I made a move to offer him what was left of my hot dog, but he took me by the chin and kissed me again.
                  Again. Barely thirty minutes into this date, or whatever it was, and I’d already been kissed twice by a man I hardly knew.
                  This was something I felt like I should be complaining about, but I didn’t have a single one. I let him kiss me, let him “taste” my hot dog, and then I sampled what he was having — the mustard sharp on the tip of my tongue, the meals mingling.
                  We parted lips oh-so-slowly, and I smiled against his mouth, our foreheads touching.
                  “What happened to us taking this slow?” I asked softly. I didn’t know how we could take this. We apparently weren’t the type of people to take anything slow.
                  “I can’t help myself, Sol,” Xander said, his fingers trailing along my jawline.
                  “It’s the liquor,” I said, a grain of accusation seeping into my voice.
                  “It’s not the liquor,” he said vehemently, backing away from me and holding my face in place with his hand. “Maybe the liquor’s making me a little more forward than I would normally be. Hell, I don’t know what’s normal for me anymore. But what I feel for you … I can’t explain it. The second I saw you dancing on that stage I knew I had to at least meet you. This … this is beyond expectations.”
                  “What, exactly, did you expect?” I asked, almost afraid to do so.
                  “For you to not even give me the time of day,” he said. “For you to ignore me. I’m so beneath you. You are a goddess.”
                  I flushed. His praise was so high that it sounded almost insincere. There wasn’t anyone who could possibly believe that about me, was there? Antonio had called me his love, had always showered affection and compliments on me, but something about the way Xander was behaving was different from anything I’d ever experienced. Antonio and I had been through a lot together, sure, but the intensity had never been like this.
                  Was that even fair for me to think about, though? Antonio and I had been to hell and back and to hell again. Maybe there hadn’t been time or opportunity for magic and passionate intensity. There had only been time for survival, for just eking through situations and journeys.
                  It wasn’t fair, then, for me to be feeling the amount of attraction I was toward Xander. I would utilize whatever I could to make this “date” as lucrative as possible, but that would be the end of it. I wouldn’t see him again. The feelings I was having now told me that I couldn’t stay faithful to Antonio if I spent much more time with Xander.
                  “What you’ve told me right now leads me to believe that you have quite a bit of liquor to work out of your system,” I said, lowering my eyes and pulling away from him forcefully. “That leads me to the next part of this date.”
                  “Sol, I have to tell you, it’s not the alcohol talking,” Xander protested, reaching for me, but I took his hand on mine and shoved it back into his lap.
                  “I’m in charge, remember?” I said, as lightly as I could manage. “It’s on to the next part of