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A few moments later, your phone goes off. You look at it and let it ring. "You gonna get that?" I ask, not knowing who Darren even is.
 
I shake my head, turning the phone onto silent. "Nah, just a friend. You, sir," I kiss you. "Are far more important."

Far more important than some chiseled, handsome, music geek who I literally ran into and am falling for, I thought to myself.
 
I kiss you some more and spend the rest of the night wearing you out, before passing out. Late at night, while I'm asleep, your phone warbles with a text. "Hey sexy, you awake?"
 
"Just one. But she was WAY hot. Supposed to hang out with her Wednesday. Wonder if I should try to kiss her..."
 
I could feel my heart racing. I knew he meant me, and I'm not sure what to do. I freeze.

"Maybe. Don't you worry about getting slapped though?"
 
"It's a distinct possibility."

Shit, was I teasing him? Was I really going to let him kiss me? My mind reels and I try to figure out what the hell I'm doing.
 
Shit. Shit. Shit.

Without thinking, I reply,

"Another distinct possibility is she may allow the kiss."


WTF am I thinking?!
 
"Good night, handsome."

Dear Lord. Have I turned into some college girl slut?!

I do not sleep the rest of the night, feeling upset over what just happened.

I let you sleep and take care of the baby instead. It soothed me, and in the morning, I believe I'm fine.
 
Two days later, Darren calls you. "Hey," he says. "Where do I need to pick you up?" He asks. "I was thinking about 8:30."
 
"Hey. Um. . . "

My mind was whirling. I told you that I was going club hopping tonight, because I wanted to observe what other bars do and see if there's anything we could incorporate into the bar.

"Pick me up over on Madison and Main," I instruct. It was sufficiently far enough from the bar and our house.

It was 6. I go up, shower, and get dressed in a nice, simple black pleated skirt and a red V neck shirt that was both modest and revealing at the same time.

I call you at the bar on my way down. "Hey, baby. I'm on my way to do scouting. I'll let you know when I get home, alright? I love you."
 
I tell you I love you and turn my attention to the bar. On time, Darren finds you and lets you into his large truck before roaring off into the night. At Hollywood, the bouncer lets both of you in ahead of the line and the band is actually on already, firing off some classic Earth Wind & Fire in a disco era light scheme, a wall of sound filling the air. Darren gets a drink for you and cozies you next to him in the booth he has chosen. As the music plays, he reaches for your hand.

"What's that?" He asks, noticing your engagement band.
 
I look down at my engagement ring and for some reason, I lied.

"It was the ring my dad had given me before he died," I explain. I lie.

What the fuck, Lynn Jane Clarkson?! I admonish myself. Listen to yourself!!
 
"Oh, that's nice," Darren says. "It's very beautiful." As the band slows into an old Air Supply standard, he brushes your hair from your face. "Dance with me?" He asks.
 
"Sure," I say shyly. My mind is racing, as well as my heart. I've always been a terrible liar. I'm surprised that I wasn't caught.
 
Darren walks you, hand in hand, to the dance floor where his hands gently slide around your waist and rest on your hips as yours so behind his neck. He leads you to a slow sway through tje next few songs. Finally as one of the songs begins to fade, his eyes lock onto yours, and he slowly, gently moves in for a kiss.
 
I freeze. Well, my brain freezes.

My body actually gets a mind of it's own and moves in for a kiss as well, keeping my eyes locked on his.
 
He pulls you close, his body against yours. He is hard and in shsoe and smells amazing overwhelming your senses. He pulls . "Let's get out of here."
 
"Okay," I reply back, a little shaky. The drink was obviously making me not think clearly, but suddenly, I didn't care.
 
Darren takes you outside and puts you in his truck before roaring into the night toward his apartment. He holds the door for you, and once inside, pulls you to him, your stomach pressed against him as his hands find your hips. He kisses you deeply, and passionately as his fingers trail along your collarbone and down your chest, as if a prelude of things to come. As you kiss, he walks you both slowly but swiftly to his bedroom, where collapse backward onto a giant, comfortable king size bed. His kisses gently slide toward your neck as he lies beside you, before he rises up slightly over you, mingling his tongue with yours.
 
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