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out. Johnathan nuzzled his Bonnie Parker in the elevator and they took a solo ride up to the eighth floor.
    The room was a standard suite with one king bed and an over sized bathroom. Johnathan popped the cork off one bottle and poured it into the two water glasses next to the coffee pot. Clinking the tacky glasses together, both friends took a swig. Her catty grin awakened the ferocious hunger in Johnathan. He pulled her in for a proper kiss, nothing sweet and friendly like New Year's Eve.
    Nothing prepared him for the volts of energy still buzzing on his lips. He didn't have long to consider their first real kiss before Alex was on him for a second, third, and fourth. Her hands expertly removed his jacket and released his shirt from the waist of his pants. A small voice in his head screamed for him to stop and think, but he didn't care. For too many years he had dreamed about being with this gorgeous woman.
    He regained the offensive and buried his face in the hollow of her neck, right at the base of her hairline. She moaned slightly as he inhaled every feminine scent about her. His hands didn't remain idle, unhooking the small metal clasp at the top of her dress and sliding down the zipper.
    She brought his hands back to the front before he could slip the straps off her shoulders. The tight black cocktail dress turned into a billowy, shapeless blob covering her front, but exposing her back. She needed his attention.
    Before shedding her dress, Alex flipped off her heels and lightly touched his cheek with her hand. He leaned into it, feeling the same hesitation.
    “Are you sure?”
    He chuckled. Reclaiming her lips and rubbing his cheek to hers, he took a breath. “Alexis, I have fantasized this moment for months. I don't know what I did to cause tonight– I've been wracking my brain for weeks to tell you how much I am in love with you–but yes, I am absolutely sure I want this. I want you.”
    Alexis fell into Johnathan and they stumbled backwards towards the bed. She was relentless in responding to his reassurances, desperate to make them both naked in seconds. Johnathan grabbed her hands and brought them to his lips.
    “Sssshhh.” He kissed her gently on the lips and then tilted his face up to lightly brush her forehead. Enveloping her more petite frame with his masculine stature, he held her in an embrace. “We've waited so many years, we don't have to rush.”
    Before Alexis could respond, she felt Johnathan's hands finding their way up her thighs. A brief glance of surprise flashed across his face as his hand reached a clear physical sign of her desire for him. She sucked her breath between her teeth and closed her eyes.
    “It's your plan. I'm just following along.” She smiled and leaned her head back, ready to experience an amazing night of love with her best friend.

4
    T he alarm clock shouted a morning radio show. Johnathan grinned. Releasing the pillow next to him, he sat up full of energy. Monday had never felt better.
    Seventeen hours since he had left Alexis after a late brunch, he purposely took extra care in getting ready for work. Brushing his teeth to an upbeat rock anthem, he decided to take her someplace nice for lunch today. Maybe even take a two-hour.
    An array of the latest designer names donned glass bottles of varying shapes with slightly different shades of amber liquid. Spritzing the same designer label he wore Saturday night, his hand accidentally knocked a full bottle of an old standby–the traditional man-man's cologne–that his mother bought him every Christmas. The racket it made as it spun around the porcelain sink made him grapple for it, missing the bottle a few times as it slalomed back and forth. Finally wrestling it near the drain, he deposited the bottle into a box of donations for the Veteran's Hospital. Anna would be sure to ask him for the box once she returned home for the summer.
    Outside, an unseasonably warm first day of March greeted Johnathan. He removed his Targa