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much as I would rather keep you naked, I
don't want anyone to see you naked in the restaurant. Shall we get something to
eat, bébé?”
    Lifting Melissa off my lap, I set her on the bed, and gave
her another kiss before gathering our clothes from the floor. As I finished
dressing, I watched her out of the corner of my eye. I watched her face for
signs that I hoped would tell me she believed me. My God, I have never wanted
anything more in my life. My life with her. A life, any life... with her.
    With my overnight bag in one hand and my arm around her, we
headed out. Stopping at the front desk, I had my bag delivered to Melissa's
apartment building before we stepped out onto the chaotic, busy sidewalk and
headed towards Charles and the car.
     
     

     
     
    Melissa…
     
    THE DRIVE TO lunch was quiet. Evan
held me close at his side, and I snuggled into him with my head on his
shoulder. He smelled so good.
    “Are you sniffing me?” he asked. I laughed but didn't reply,
and he kissed the top of my head sniffing me back and I smiled. “I love the way
you smell... like jasmine flowers,” he whispered in my hair and my heart
skipped a beat.
    If only I could reverse the last hour we spent entwined
together, this would be a perfect afternoon. As if he could read mind, he
softly told me, “This is what I call a perfect day, spending time with you.” He
was partially right, being together did feel perfect. Realizing there was
nothing to do at this point and truthfully there could be nothing to worry
about, I decided to push my weary thoughts to the back of my mind and put on a
smile. Turning in the seat, I placed a quick, soft kiss on his gorgeous mouth
and received a big grin in return, “Mmmm, I like that, bébé.”
    Arriving at the restaurant, Evan guided me to an intimate
corner table. From across the table I smiled as I looked into those dreamy blue
eyes. He reached for my hand, brought it up to his lips then slid them lightly
across the inside of my wrist. That move made me tingle and melt inside. “You
look beautiful,” he said then adding, “You look better than anything on the
menu.”
    With a raised eyebrow, I innocently replied, “Well, you
can’t eat me.”
    At that remark, he gave me a wicked grin, and I laughed as
he suggested, “Let’s order, I’m starving.”
    Looking at the menu I mused, “It all sounds delicious. I
want to try one of everything.”
    After a few minutes of his own intent study of the menu,
Evan insisted we share a few of the dishes then signaled the waiter to our
table. He ordered humus and tabouli with pita bread, lamb kebab over a bed of
rice, a cucumber salad and a bottle of Greek red wine.
    While enjoying our delicious array of Mediterranean food,
the tension between us eased and the conversation began to flow. We laughed and
talked about a wide variety of topics including questioning each other about
our childhoods and our families.
    “You mentioned earlier that your parents live upstate. Did
you grow up there?” I asked as I dipped a warm piece of pita bread into the
humus and popped it in my mouth.
    “No. When I was a freshman in high school, my parents
decided to leave the city. As soon as I graduated high school, I came back to
the city to attend college and never left, except for traveling for modeling
assignments.”
    “Did you always want to be a model? Did you major in modeling
sciences?” I giggled.
    Chuckling he told me, “Definitely not. I was studying
advertising and marketing. During my last year of college, I was in Florida for
spring break. A modeling agency held a contest on the beach, and they asked me
to enter. After a lot of prodding from my buddies, I entered and won. I started
working on ad campaigns that summer and I’ve been busy ever since.”
    “What, no wild parties? Drunken brawls? High school
sweetheart? That all sounds too calm for you. Or did you get the bad boy reputation
when you started modeling?
    He laughed.  “I had some fun in high