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awkward, wishing we could just “be”
together.  When would that day come?
     
    When
he made for the door, he turned.  “You look so pretty.  Wish me luck.”
     
    I
walked to him.  “Good luck, honey.”  Honey?  Ugh.  
     
    Eh,
fuck it.   I
leaned in and gave him a short, wet kiss and placed my hands on the sides of
his neck.  I wanted him to know that he didn’t have to keep walking on
eggshells around me.  I wasn’t going to break.
     
    When
the kiss broke, he smiled.  He was happy.
     
    *
     
    Vince
came home from work, gushing about his day.  I was overjoyed that he seemed to
be so settled in such a short amount of time.  His rental would be ready in a
few weeks and things would start to adjust.
    “Tomorrow
is Tuesday.”
    “Yeah? 
What’s Tuesday?”
    He
raised his eyebrow, his look knowing.  “You know what Tuesday is, lady.”
    “Ah,
yes.  Test Results Tuesday.”
    “No…
it’s All-Sex-All-The-Time Tuesday.”
    “What’s
wrong with you?”  I mocked him.
    “Nothing
is wrong with me.  Why can’t I be excited to have a little sexy time with my
girl?”
    “Sexy
time?”
    “Whatever. 
You know what I mean.”  He leaned in.  “I’ve been so g ood.”
    “God,
Vin, it’s been like two days.  Seriously, like two full days.  You’ll
survive, I bet.”  Truthfully, I was counting the hours as well.
    He
slid over to me.  “What if we just did a little second base action?”  He
breathed in my ear. 
    “What
happened to All-Sex-All-The-Time Tuesday?  It’s less than 24 hours from now.”
    “Okay,
I can wait.  But I can’t wait to kiss you.”
    He
leaned in and pressed his mouth to mine, parting his lips, his tongue warm.  I
wrapped my arms around his neck, breathing him in.  God, he smelled good . 
He placed his hands on the tops of my thighs, moving up.  He moved his left
hand and placed it on the small of my back.  His right hand disappeared under
my dress, brushing the front of my underwear, his fingers pressed against the
outside of the satin material.  I was squirming now.
    “That’s
more than kissing , Vince.”  I breathed the words aloud, but they weren’t
very convincing. 
    “Okay.” 
He was breathing hard.  “Tomorrow then.”  He took his hand out of my dress.
    What? 
Oh God, what did I do?  I didn’t mean it!  I didn’t mean it!
    “You
don’t have to go.”
    “I
can’t not kiss you.”
    “Then
kiss me.”  You slut .
    He
inched back into me and put his arms around my waist, pressing his lips to my
ear.  “I’m going to go upstairs and change out of these clothes.  Then I’m
going to get in that bed.  Please come.”
    “Okay.”  Mega slut!
    “We
won’t do anything.”  He kissed me slowly down my neck, licking the hollow at my
throat.  “I can wait 24 hours.”  He brushed his hand across my breast, lightly
palming it.  Sweet Mother of God.   “Can you ?”
    “Um…
yeah.”  I couldn’t .  But, I would.
    “Let’s
go up.”
    *
    I
brushed my teeth and watched his reflection in the mirror behind me, stripping
out of his t-shirt and jeans, taking his boxer briefs with them.  I stared into
the sink, flushing with embarrassment.  When I dared to look back up, he had
replaced them with a pair of plaid, drawstring pants.
    Seriously? 
I had let this man do God knows what with me and I couldn’t look at him naked
without feeling flustered?
    I
was tempted to put on sweatpants.  I needed to lock down my lady parts.  I
wanted to keep this PG.  I pulled on a white eyelet short gown.  That was
virginal enough, right?
    He
was in bed now, the sheet pulled up just below his waistband.
    “You
look like an angel.”  Aw, that’s sweet.   “I can’t wait to do unspeakable
things to you.”  Alright, maybe not.
    “Keep
it in your pants, Conti,” I warned.  I slipped in beside him and clicked off
the bedroom light.  “Night.”
    He
casually placed his arm around my waist, pulling me closer.  He kissed the