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Just letting it all hang out.
Yeah she’s a brick…house.
She’s the one. The only one.
Built like an Amazon.
Chicka bow chicka bow bow…
Grinning my butt off, I lean forward to whisper to Ben, "I found my smile," He cocks his head, so I tell him that my friend, Gemma, said I’d lost it.
He smiles, "I can relate to that,” takes my hand and says, “Come on."
To the front door I follow him, feeling like I'm floating, major reservations melted by whiskey, tequila, vodka, schnapps, and everything else you can think of. Outside, he closes the door and plants me against the wall next to it, caging me in with both muscular arms on either side of me. The world becomes Technicolor. He’s inspecting my face like someone thinking of painting it later by memory, traveling over every angle. One of his hands comes up, starting at my temple, stroking my hair in one slow swoop. His hand slides all the way down my back, running inch by inch down my naked spine, inspiring heat throughout my body. He pauses and stops just above my tailbone.
"What is it about you, Willow?”
“I don’t know.”
"Were you raised in Venice?"
"You know where I'm from?” Realizing what this means, I say it aloud. “You asked about me.”
Ben’s voice is deeper. “Maybe it was offered."
I shake my head. “You asked."
He smirks, then it disappears as we stare at one another. “I can’t trust myself right now.” Under his breath he adds, “Not something I’m used to."
"What will you do?"
"I might kiss you."
I can feel how hard it is for him to not kiss me, the stiffness in his jeans obvious against my body. "Might?” I whisper, closing my eyes despite my better judgment.
He rasps, “I will. I want to. Let’s sit down.”
I sigh, “Good idea,” though that’s not what I want to say at all. I want to say, kiss me. What are you waiting for? I can feel you want me. I want you so bad.
But he’s married.
And I just can’t be that woman.
This is crazy!
We make ourselves comfortable on the edge of the porch, feet on the steps below, my toes wiggling in my sandals from nervousness. Or is that just another word for excitement?
Ben clears his throat and says, his voice louder, like he’s struggling, but more certain, “Tell me about you. I want to know everything.”
SEVENTEEN
Willow
“Tell you about me? Um…you have to be more Pacific. I mean, specific.”
A smile flashes on him and vanishes. “Tell me something from your childhood. You mentioned your grandmother loves purple flowers.”
"Do you remember!"
