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up with an idea.
     
    “You know something?” he asked, smiling wide. I regarded him quizzically and he kissed my lips then pulled his hand away. I wanted it back and he must’ve seen that. “Do you want to fall in love with me?” he continued, as a way to explain himself.
     
    “I…What?”
     
    “What? It’s a normal question,” he laughed.
     
    “Sure…But, do you want me to?” I was nervous waiting for his answer. All I could think of was how this was it, the moment I might lose all hope, as superficial as it might have been, and I dreaded that more than I wanted to admit.
     
    He watched my face with interest; I could see that. I tried to keep my expression as blank as I could. I didn’t want him to sweet-talk me into hoping for more if there was no hope. I hated that I felt that way and I hated him for springing the question on me like that.
     
    “Yes.”
     
    That was it. One word and it send my body in a frenzy; my head started spinning, my heart entered into a race with my hormones and my stomach could barely contain the butterflies within. I saw him lean over to me and felt his fingers on my jaw. Gently, he kissed my mouth shut and pulled me into a sweet embrace. I wanted to tell him he didn’t need to try to make me fall in love with him. I already was.
     
    After a while, he whispered, “So, do you want to?”
     
    I nodded in his arms, not able to bear the distance of pulling back and answering properly.
     
    “Then let's put some distance between us.” I froze. What’s he asking of me? I thought, afraid all was just a ploy to break up with me, that he had his share and had had enough of the sweet preschool teacher. Maybe I was too much, maybe I came on too strong, I argued with myself.
     
    “Come on, go to your side of the couch,” he instructed and my heart melted.
     
    I wanted to cry for my stupidity and I took a moment too long to break our hug, afraid I couldn’t be able to keep my embarrassing tears at bay. I slid slowly and leaned on the armrest opposite him.
     
    “Now, let’s watch TV,” he said, already looking ahead.
     
    I followed his eyes and found the same porn channel. “It’s just porn,” I managed to say.
     
    He nodded. “I read somewhere that some smart doctors did an experiment on …”
     
    “On porn?”
     
    “And love.”
     
    “What?”
     
    “Yes. I believe it all started with someone saying that anyone can find love, or anyone can fall in love with anyone. Or something like that.”
     
    “And they took porn as an example?”
     
    “No,” he laughed. “They took people, all sorts of people, and paired them to watch porn.”
    He had turned sideways to me, his arm on the back of the couch, a crooked smile on his lips.
     
    “I don’t get it,” I admitted. But I did like him looking at me like that, sexual moans in the background. I wanted him terribly and I was beginning to see what the experiment meant, but I didn’t want to say it. I knew he would look back at the TV if I hinted towards any degree of understanding.
     
    “They say it has something to do with hormones and with being excited and with other things like that. Did I say they were smart doctors?”
     
    I laughed. “Aren’t all doctors supposed to be smart?” I asked, wanting to prolong the sweet sight of him facing me.
     
    He waved it off, glancing at the screen for a second. The burly man had lifted the woman in the air, sliding her ass on his cock with no intervention of her own. My thighs squeezed themselves together and I shifted in my seat, which got Dawson’s attention.
     
    “Anyway, because they got horny, they said it made them fall in love.”
     
    “And you want that with me? Now?”
     
    “Hey, I didn’t plan on it. But, if it works…” His smile spoke volumes. He wanted me to be in love with him. He wanted me to love him? The thought gave me shivers.
     
    “Okay,” I mumbled, my voice raspy with arousal. I heard him chuckle but I didn’t dare to look