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the back of his hand.
    He continued, “We were together for about six years and her illness took up the entire last half of our relationship. The night she told me what the doctor said was the very night I’d planned to end it with her.”
    Even though it wasn’t my story, this was the part that cut like a knife through my heart. The pain of it seemed unreal. Jeff trembled ever so slightly as he told me.
    “Oh my God. How horrible.”
    “It wasn’t all bad. There are some moments in life when I think you get to see yourself truly, faults and all. That night was one for me. I wanted to run—to get away from that kind of responsibility—but she didn’t have anyone else. No family. Nothing. Just me.”
    “So you stayed.”
    He nodded. “What else could I do?”
    What a man. I was so impressed.
    “A lot of guys wouldn’t have.”
    “I’m not like a lot of guys,” he said.
    “So I see.”
    Our nosh plates arrived, as did the wine. We feasted on nibbles of artisan sausage, cheese, olives, hummus and flat bread. Getting to know Jeff all over again was easy. He didn’t shy away from divulging and that made me inherently trust him. The rest of the evening was casual and easy like sitting around a campfire with him so many years ago.
    The bill came and I offered to split it.
    “I wouldn’t think of it,” Jeff said, snatching the small black lacquer holder.
    “What if I get the tip?” I asked. In truth, that was about all I could afford.
    “Forget it.”
    He helped me put my parka back on. I was bulky and clumsy amid the delicate tables and it terrified me to think of knocking over one of the hip Mason jars or bumping into one of the clear dimly lit bulbs suspended from the beams overhead, but I managed to make it out unscathed.

Chapter Five
     
     
     
    On our way back to the car, in the parking garage elevator, something came over me. I leaned into him and kissed him. Before I knew it, his back was against the wall and I was the one in control, the one with the power. I ran my hand down his muscular core, admiring his strong chest. Then I dropped my hand farther and fondled his package. Though he was wearing jeans, his biology betrayed him. He hardened beneath the denim material and my hand was on fire with his heat.
    “Mmm,” Jeff whispered. “Let’s get you back to my place.”
    “Why wait?” I asked.
    Our eyes met. His were full of questions, to which I had no answer. Something inexplicable came over me and I pushed the emergency stop button. I knelt in front of him, unzipping his pants.
    “Oh my God,” he said. “What are you…?”
    Before he could finish his question, I had his dick in my mouth. I’d never done anything like this before, but something told me it was welcome and that he would still respect me. Maybe it was the connection I was so confident in over dinner, but I wanted to show him in non-verbal language how much I had come to trust him. Between my lips, his dick grew to a formidable length and girth. It had been a while since I’d done this sort of thing and I was unaccustomed to the sheer magnitude of Jeff. I grabbed onto the backs of his legs for support and he stroked my head. When I could tell that he was near the finish line, I looked up at him. Our eyes met and he moaned. He called out the name of the lord once more, and thrust his hips forward, filling me with his warmth. I took every drop from him as though it were an offering, a sign that he too had something to tell me that was greater than words were capable of communicating.
    I stood back up again, my legs a little stiff from having been in the same position for a while. He held me tight until the tingling in my thighs abated. He stroked my cheek and kissed me.
    “You’re incredible,” he said.
    I smiled. “I know.”
    He disengaged the emergency button, then hit the button that said P1 and the elevator continued its downward descent. When the doors slid apart, a disgruntled elderly couple eyed us and asked if we