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occasional “mmmmm” followed by a head nod.
    Before we finished our meals, Simon gathered our pilsner glasses and headed up to the bar. He said we couldn’t finish up without some more beer because it really complemented the burger. As he walked away I caught myself staring at his ass, the sexy way it moved as he strutted in those jeans. Suzette caught me staring as well and kicked me under the table, a little too hard in fact.
    “ Ow!” I shouted and returned the favor, but I gave her a much lighter kick then the one she bestowed upon me (later I found a bruise).
    “I thought you needed to be snapped out of it before you began to drool,” she whispered leaning in close to me. “Not that I blame you for staring.” A coy smile stretched across her face. I was glad she agreed.
    “Dude, he totally has my vote. This is the best burger I have ever tasted,” Adam cheered with a mouth full of meat. I was glad he agreed with my choice as well. I thought to myself as I sat there and watched my potential new suitor lean against the bar, laughing with a few of the people who occupied the red and gold steel framed bar stools, I could be happy, we could be happy, and that is what I wanted… right?
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    The pub was great, and the club was ‘brilliant’ as Simon called it, but the best part of the evening was the bridge…
    Now, all four of us had a quite bit to drink, but none of us were as sloshed as Miss Suzette, who was stumbling down the sidewalk and attempting to pole dance on every street lamp we passed. Adam pried her off each one and pleaded with her to stay focused and walk with us. Simon was taking us on a midnight stroll to the famous Tower Bridge. I was so excited to be able to visit the bridge, let alone with the hottest guy in London. But I kept my cool as we walked hand in hand down the sidewalk, ignoring my fumbling friends behind us. I knew I shouldn’t have been omitting them, especially since Suzette was in such a ridiculous state, but I couldn’t help it.
    My hand felt like it belonged in his, like it was that puzzle piece you would search hours and hours for only to find that it was actually right there all along and that amazing feeling you get when you finally put the two pieces together. I absolutely loved the way he held my hand, and the way his thumb drew circles in my palm. My skin felt alive, like it was dancing, and I was afraid it was going to take over and then I would be the one dancing on the street lamps.
    We arrived at the south side of the bridge and it was breathtakingly beautiful. The blue and white lights beamed around it and glowed onto the River Thames. It consisted of two stunning Victorian towers that held two parallel walkways high up in the air. The suspended walkways were only open to pedestrians as part of an exhibit, so we had to stay on the lower walkway where cars zipped past us, but it was still amazing and quite romantic.
    We stood at the base of one of the towers and leaned against the blue railing to look out into the London night sky; soon it was just Simon and I. Suzette and Adam graciously found their own little corner of the bridge.
    “So, have you been having a fantastic time or what?” Simon inquired.
    “I am having one of the most riveting nights of my life Simon, thank you, very much.” I tried to sound sexy as I spoke, but I’m afraid it came off as girlish giddiness. I tried to save myself by moving in closer to him, looking up at him under my lashes with my innocent eyes, as I bit my lower lip and twirled the end of my long hair. I instantly felt silly.
    “Well then, I’m delighted. I’m having a wonderful night with you as well Lucy Whitten. I think I’m really beginning to like you.” His words, mixed with his impeccable accent, made me melt and at that moment I was all his and he could do what he wanted with me.
    “Can I ask ya somethin’?” He requested.
    All too quickly I said “anything,” too eager to hear what he would want to ask of