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that, the past. I don’t want you to ever think that what you experienced today is the norm for me, because it’s not.  I love you, Grace, can’t you see that? I’ve been in love with you.”
    Grace’s eyes became glassy just before a tear fell from the corner of one.  She whispered her love to him as she pulled his head down for an electrifying kiss. She was amazing, and she was all his. His heart swelled with pride. Grace pulled back, looking at him with a crooked grin.
    “You know we only crossed off six things on my list.” He groaned as she moved to get said list out of her purse sitting on the night stand. Snuggling back into his arms, she read them off.
    “Go to Mardi Gras, check. Eat crawfish, double check.” He swatted her bottom as she rubbed up against him licking her lips suggestively.
     “Get drunk off of Hurricane drinks. Well, technically, I didn’t get drunk.”
    “You got close enough.” Brett’s tone told her it was not up for debate.
    “Okay, Hurricane, check. Show tits for beads.” They both laughed at that one.
    “Okay, so maybe we overdid it a bit,” she said with a chuckle.
    They both looked over at the dresser in the room. The surface was nearly covered in beads. After their bed-breaking episode, Brett took her out on the balcony to bask in the cool night air. They were shocked to see strands and strands of beads had been tossed on their balcony while they were at dinner. Apparently they’d become popular since their little show. People were still tossing beads up on their balcony in fun, and some had notes attached asking for an encore.
    “Well, hell, it is Mardi Gras,” he said as he let his hand skim her hip. She pressed closer to him, rubbing her thigh on top of his.
    “…and, have a one night stand, check.” She finished on an exhale.
    “Well, technically speaking, this isn’t a one night stand because you will be sleeping with me every night from this day forward.”
    He expected some lip from her. He knew she could get indignant when she felt like her choices were being taken away from her. To his surprise, she moved right on down to the next item on the list and checked it off.
    “Have sex in public.”
    “Hell, I didn’t even see that one,” he muttered as he nuzzled her neck.  He could feel his cock stirring to life again. He removed the list and pen from her hands.
    Grace chuckled and reached up to kiss him. As he was getting into it, she wiggled out of his hold once more and wrote down a few things, then checked them off.
     “What was that?” he asked curiously. She read off the newly penned item.
    “Break a bed while having sex, check. Find the love of my life, check.”
    “Yeah, that position is now filled so you can take that sign out of the window.” His mouth kicked up with a cocky grin.
    Grace allowed the list to slip from her fingers and flutter to the floor where it lay abandoned, while the sound of a growl and a squeal could be heard from the bed above.
    G YNGER
    Trademark Acknowledgement
    The song Dreams is written by Stevie Nicks for Fleetwood Mac’s album Rumours in 1977 for the Warner Brothers label.
    To read more books by this author, check out the following stories:
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G YNGER F YER
    Gynger describes her writing as spicy and hot, just like the ginger mint tea she loves to drink. Her goal is to write stories which set fire to her reader’s imaginations. She readily admits to “thinking too much.” Taking any topic or story and asking “what if…”
    She willingly admits she is a study in contradictions.  She straddles the fence between subtly and sassiness, sweetness and sensuality, soccer mom and sex kitten and so do the characters in her head. She admits these characters are all “on call” within the various lounges of her imagination. One is curled up in a chair sipping a cup of ginger mint tea while reading a book by her favorite historical romance writer. Another is on her lap top “Liking” pics of