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And the miles of rolling window lights coming from the houses and apartments lining the hills of the city, only amplify the dreaminess of our surroundings. It’s not hard to see why this might be someone’s favorite place.
    Smiling at the view, John takes my hand, again shooting the excitement of anticipation through my body, and says, “Isn’t it amazing?” Then he pulls me into himself, wraps his arms around me sweetly, and asks with just the slightest fear of rejection, “So, what do you think?”
    What do I think? I think that I love having your body pressed against mine. I think that my favorite part of the view is your face, your eyes, your perpetual smile. I think this is the most romantic moment of my whole life. Who are you and where did you come from?
    What do I say? That’s a whole other story. But I forgive myself because my feelings are so strong that I can’t help but indulge the slightest bit of insecurity that I may not be so special.
    I try to keep it light and jokey, “You probably take all your dates here.”
    “No. You’re the first,” he reassures me with a chuckle, and I believe him. I guess he’s perfect, and I’m just lucky.
    “I mean, my wife and I came here a lot,” he concedes with a nonchalant air, “but that’s just because we lived around the corner.” I relax a bit, that makes sense. “I mean, I still do live there,” he goes on, “but she doesn’t. I bought her out of the house and all that, so—“ he suddenly changes his tone to a more upbeat one, “why are we talking about her? I don’t want to talk about her.”
    Well that’s a relief.
    With his hands still wrapped around my back, he glances at his watch, and adds with his soul-melting smile, “Especially now that it’s midnight. Happy Birthday.”
    Oh my God, I am actually thirty years old now. A full blown, bona fide adult. No more playing dumb. No more “I didn’t knows”. No more excuses. From this moment forward, I’m expected to actually know what I’m doing in life! And I would keep freaking out about that, but I can’t, because John has leaned in, and decided to kiss me.
    Now I’m “Oh my God-ing” for a whole new set of reasons. Oh my God, I’m kissing him. Oh my God, that feels good. Oh my God, I like this man. When was the last time I did this? I don’t even remember. Whenever it was, I have a feeling it wasn’t this powerful. How could he be so perfect for me, in every way? How could I be so lucky?
    He stops kissing me for a moment to look into my eyes. I hope he can’t tell just how insanely into him I am. My pupils must be dilated all the way to my eyebrows. I hope he doesn’t know that that’s what happens when a person is really, really into you. I’ll bet he can’t even see the green color of my eyes peeping past their expanded black centers, right now. He flashes me his signature smile, complete with puppy dog eyes. I just wanna take him home and rub his belly! I can’t help but smile back.
    Then he asks, “Have you made any special wishes for your birthday?”
    “I think my wish may have already come true.” Well, if my pupils didn’t give me away, my loose lips sure did. Oh well. Now I’ve gotta go with it. He has me and he knows it. When did it become so scary to have feelings?
    Good news is he doesn’t seem to mind what I just said. I think, in fact, that he likes it, because he kisses me again, but this time with a passion that I’ve had yet to see from him. The tenderness is on the backburner. Now he wants me. And I want him. Why shouldn’t we want each other? Everything tonight has been out of some fantasy that doesn’t ever happen to two real people. I feel it. Now I can tell that he feels it too. Everything he’s said until now proves his longing to be loved, and now he knows I will give that to him. Maybe it was good to be vulnerable?
    I suddenly feel a shiver up my spine. To be honest, I don’t know if it’s from the sexually charged energy between us, or