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    cradled me in his arms.
    “I love you,” I sobbed.
    “I love you too, kitty-cat.”
    5.
    My heart stutters when I see his name on the
    display of my cellphone.
    “May I speak to Miss Brina Féau, please?”
    I try not to laugh. “It's me, Eagan. You
    called my cellphone.”
    “Are you otherwise engaged, or are you free
    to talk?”
    “I am free, but not for long. I need my
    beauty sleep.”
    “I won't keep you for longer than it's
    necessary.”
    “Eagan, seriously?”
    “You started.”
    “Well, no. You called.”
    “You're the one with the previous
    engagements, '” he says, imitating my tone
    “I see, that's what this is all about. Well,
    sorry. I really had something to do.” A lie,
    once again.
    “You formally ran away.”
    “I did not!”
    “You so did!” He is right.
    “Eagan, it's not like I left you alone in the
    middle of big, old Rome. You were with your
    friends.”
    “You didn't like them.”
    “They were very polite.”
    “But?”
    “Nothing. How was the happy hour?”
    “Happy.”
    I try very hard not to think about him with
    the attractive brunette. “And the rest of the
    night?”
    “I went home. I was beat. Your city is very
    tiring.”
    “Said the New Yorker, who went to
    university in London.”
    “Rome is crazy. It's--”
    “Too much, I know.”
    “Yeah, but I found a nice, secluded park
    today. A place to escape the chaos. It's not far
    from the Colosseum. It's surrounded by walls.
    You enter through an iron gate. Once I stepped
    inside, it was like being in another world.”
    His tone has changed, his voice has become
    deeper and bit rougher.
    I am reclining on my narrow bed, and I can
    easily imagine Eagan stretched out on his,
    which is probably a big four-poster, with soft
    sheets and covers that smell like cinnamon and
    male skin. In my imagination he is surrounded
    by darkness and the faint streetlights that
    come from his window. Shadow and light
    caress and define his firm body, just like I've
    seen water do so many times. In my
    imagination he's also naked.
    “This park was all soft hills and high pine
    trees,” Eagan's voice continues. I walked for a
    while. I let my skin absorb the warm sun. I
    filled my lungs with clean air.”
    I extend my limbs and arch my spine, just
    like a cat. I'm wearing panties and a thin top.
    Eagan's soothing voice is like a caress along my
    body.
    “Then I saw something that made me think
    of you, Brina.”
    For a moment I freeze, waiting. My fingers
    tighten around my phone; I don't know what
    I'm expecting, but it seems crucial.
    “It was a flower, an hibiscus. Its petals were
    a deep pink, and wide open to the light. They
    seemed very delicate. I was almost afraid to
    touch them, but I couldn't help myself. I
    allowed only my fingertips to brush the petals,
    at first. Then I took one petal between my
    forefinger and thumb and I stroked it lightly,
    then more insistently.”
    My nipples are hard and pressing against my
    top. My legs have parted of their own accord,
    and the hand that is not clutching the phone is
    cupping my wet and throbbing sex. He is killing
    me with his voice and his tale.
    “I found out the petals were warm from the
    sun, and a bit moist from some lingering
    humidity. They were also more resilient than
    they appeared. Just like you, Brina.”
    I whimper and Eagan exhales deeply.
    For an infinite moment we remain quiet.
    Only our breathing punctuates the silence. I'm
    tempted to grind my mound against my hand,
    to find some sort of relief, but Eagan's voice
    still my movements.
    “You're still there?” He murmurs his
    question.
    “Yes,” I whisper.
    “Good. There is a party next Saturday.
    Nothing fancy. Just some friends and
    colleagues, It's not private, it's a club, so you
    can bring your friends.”
    I let out a frustrated whimper, then I force
    my hand away from my pulsing groin.
    “Say yes, Brina,” Eagan demands.
    “Yes.” My voice sounds a bit firmer this
    time.
    “I sent you a special