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Then he kissed me without any warning whatsoever and it was good. Really good. His warm body was so close to mine I could hear his heart beat.

Chapter 11 

We ended up watching Pulp Fiction. To my surprise it was  pretty good. 
Sam Jackson and not to mention John Travolta are two of my favorite 
actors.  I found myself laughing and becoming extremely more 
comfortable with my childhood friend.  Then he kissed me without any 
warning whatsoever and it was good.  Really good.  His warm body was so 
close to mine I could hear his heart beat.  It was beating really fast. 
He smelled of some mild musk, although, I couldn't name it for you but 
I can say it was one I had smelled before and on him it smelled 
delicious. 

First, our kisses began as small, sensitive pecks.  Then they became
more urging with each motion as if we had kissed many times before.  It 
was a very passionate and giving kiss.  Now he is revealing to me how 
he feels.  Kisses don't lie, do they?  I am praying that this one is 
telling the absolute and nothing but the truth.  I had never been 
kissed with such urgency on the first date.  As a matter of fact, I 
don't kiss on first dates or very many dates at all for that matter.  
Kissing had always been too personal and reserved for only that special 
someone who has made a place in my life that would always remain 
regardless as to whether he did or not.  At this very moment Marc took 
my hand and we went to his room. 

I ended up spending the night.  It was the greatest  love making I had
ever experienced.  Because of his ankle we had no other choice than to 
take it slow, so slow we were but it was indescribable.  I felt a 
connection with Marc I had never felt with anyone. 

"Good Morning," he startled me.  He was dressed in shorts and a t-shirt.


"Good Morning," I said.  "I told you not to let me fall asleep."  I said
but secretly glad he had.  It was the best rest I'd had in a long time. 
Even if it had been in a stranger's bed. 

"You looked so cute and I didn't want to wake you with you cuddled so
tightly in the small of my back." 

I can't believe I slept so close to him I never could sleep under
anyone.  I just found myself always so far away from anyone else, away 
from their heat.  But when he said that I remembered the scent of his 
body and how it engrossed me.  This is unbelievable!  "Sorry," was all 
I could manage. 

"For what?  I would have woke you up if I didn't like it."  Why did he
have to say all the right things at all the right times? 

"If you want, my bathrobe is behind the bathroom door and there are
towels and a new toothbrush in there too."  He says. 

"I would like that, that is if you're not in a hurry." 

"I can't do too much with this ankle of mine," he says smiling, "it is a
little more sore than usual," he says to me with a sly grin on his 
face. 

"Sorry," I say again.  It's all I can manage.  I don't want to be a
burden. 

"Stop apologizing," he says laughing.  "Believe me you have nothing to
apologize for. Nothing to be sorry for.  That is unless you regret what 
has happened between us." 

"I don't regret it. I really don't.  I can't believe that I don't.  But
I can truthfully say that I don't."  I'm stammering again. 

"Good," he says more relieved than anything else.  "Remmy is cooking
some pancakes.  Do you want some?" I guess he notices the look on my 
face then he says, "Don't worry.  He does a good job." 

"I'm starving," I say. 

"I'll let him know you will be here for breakfast," Marc says as he
heads downstairs to the kitchen. 


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