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delicious smell
emanating from it, “Beef Stroganoff? That’s-- like one of my
favorite dishes. Are you sure you made this?”
     He actually looked mildly offended. “My
grandmother taught me how to cook, thank you very much.” I could
tell he was fighting the urge to smile now and so I knew I was
forgiven. 
    “Do you see your grandparents much?”
    His smile faded and his brows drew together.
“I live with them. My parents died a couple of years ago.” He
stopped eating and turned to stare out at the water, a multitude of
emotions crossing his face. One emotion in particular caught
my attention. Was it…guilt? Damn, I was a terrible date. Only I
could have the luck to stumble across something so painful. I
wanted to see that glorious smile again. 
    “I’m sorry,” I said softly. He looked
back at me and I watched as his eyes seemed to pore over my face.
His lips started to turn back up in a smile.
    “You really are ridiculously beautiful. You
know that, don’t you?”
    I liked the way the compliment had seemed to
just burst from him, like he couldn’t even help it. “I think the
same about you.”
    While the smile still resided on his lips I
could see his perfect straight brows had pulled together again.
“What?” I demanded.
    “Beautiful is a word to describe a woman not
a man.”
    I almost laughed. I couldn’t believe it. Most
guys would love that a woman thought they were so gorgeous that
they rated as beautiful. And here was Christian, who was on the
verge of being so beautiful it should be illegal, thought it was an
insult. “I only meant you are so masculine-ly handsome that
you’re beautiful.”
    “You’re forgiven,” he laughed.
    Neither of us seemed hungry anymore so we
packed up the food and then laid down on our backs, both of us
looking up at the sky. I closed my eyes and concentrated on
enjoying the moment. I could hear the gentle lapping of the water
on the shore, the happy laughter of a family further down the
beach, the wind gently ruffling my hair and the even breathing of
Christian who was laying so close to me. I thanked god he wasn’t
one of those guys that seemed to bathe in cologne. I had to inhale
deeply to smell it. I considered asking him the name of it and then
decided not to, I liked the mystery. Abruptly, I felt his
hands underneath my arms and he flipped me over so that the upper
half of my body was laying on top of him. I couldn’t hide my
amazement.
    “Is this all right?” he queried, softly.
    “Yeah,” I sighed, folding my arms across his
firm chest. He felt perfect and for awhile we just indulged in a
little mutual admiration. Finally, I closed my eyes, rested my chin
on my arms and let the feelings of happiness and security wash over
me. I did feel safe with him and--complete. It was nice.
    A moment later, I felt the warmth of his
hands as he gently sunk them into the lengths of my hair. He
started with a slight massage at my scalp and then slowly he drew
his hands through to the ends of my hair, only to start the process
over again. Without even thinking I found myself leaning in towards
his touch. “Mmm…that feels good.”
    I finally opened my eyes to gaze at him and
felt my heart melt. There was such a soft tenderness in his dark
eyes. My stomach felt all aflutter and I could hear how fast my
heart was beating. 
    His hands still deep in my hair, he cradled
the back of my head and looked intently into my eyes. “You look
like a little cat. Are you sure you’re not purring?”
    I finally let loose the giddy smile that he
always inspired and watched with pleasure as he smiled back.
Eventually his eyes drifted to his hand where he was slowly winding
a tendril of my hair around his finger. He seemed fascinated by the
different red tones in it. 
    “You have the softest hair, what do you use?”
he breathed. 
    “It’s a state secret. I could tell you but
then I would have to kill you.”
    His head jerked back to gape at me and then
he started to