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girl you see,” I throw at him.
    He grabs my hand and starts pulling me toward the front door. “Are you making me leave because I made a very valid point that might not apply to all men?”
    “Nope,” he says, turning left toward the stairs instead of right towards the door. “I’m taking you upstairs to show you that I will not take full advantage of you on the first date.”
    I feel blood rush to my head fast, making me blush. What have I just got myself into? Cole continues to lead me up the stairs and to a door that I assume leads into his bedroom. He pushes the door open and lets go of my hand, leaving me to walk in at my own risk. I walk in slower than he does, taking it all in.
    His bedroom is massive; it must take up the whole front of the house. He has the bed of my dreams: wrought iron canopy bed with gold curtains draped around. There is a chaise near one of the windows, a small writing desk in front of the other window. Scattered along the walls of the room are two dressers, an antique standing mirror, and a bureau. There are a few Persian rugs strategically placed along the floors and the walls are painted wine red and gold, just like the downstairs. It leaves the room with a dreamy, sleep-like quality that is actually comforting and warm.
    Cole walks to the bed, grabs the clothes lying there and then heads into the bathroom without saying a word to me. I notice he has two deep scars lining the sides of his back. They extend from the top of his shoulder blades down to his waist in brutal jagged lines. 
    I don’t know if I should sit on the bed and wait for him or sit on the chaise? “You can sit wherever you want. I’ll just be a second,” Cole answers my unspoken question. I look towards the bathroom door as he comes out of it wearing khaki shorts but no shirt. “I thought you preferred me better this way?” he asks when I roll my eyes at his bare chest.
    “Your bare chest is why I wanted you to get dressed,” I inform him as I slowly walk up to him slipping off my heels. But before I can reach him he has me up in his arms and is springing to the bed to show me just how far he will allow me to go.
    *
    True to his word he did not get carried away. I tried, but he stopped me from being reckless. So we just kissed, a lot, my lips are swollen and my chin is raw from his perpetual five o’clock shadow, which I have christened ‘gruffiness’.
    My dress is totally disheveled and my hair can only be considered bed head. Despite appearance, he was a total gentleman, keeping his hands from travelling where they don’t belong. And mine too. If I tried, my hands were pinned above my head. It was by far the best make out session I have ever had!
    “I don’t know what has come over me,” I told him between kisses. “I have never, ever acted this way.”
    He moved down to my neck while I talked. “Me neither. After last night I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And then you show up today looking so beautiful and irresistible. I couldn’t help myself. You’re sinful.” I laughed at him because that’s exactly what I think about him.
    I can’t believe how tousled I look when I see myself in the mirror. My face is all red and blotchy; I have to add some face makeup to lighten it up. I use his brush to straighten out my hair and then I add some lip gloss and smooth out my dress before grabbing my shoes and heading downstairs.
    Cole is in the kitchen making sandwiches! I’m in love! He looks up from his work and gives me a heartbreaking smile.
    “Did you know that sandwiches are my favorite thing in the whole world?” I ask him.
    “I might have heard that somewhere,” he responds with a sly smile.
    I grab one of the plates and sink my teeth into a sandwich half, groaning because it tastes so good. “Mm…,” I say with a mouthful of food. “Did you put horseradish in this?” He nods, watching me eat, grinning widely. “Oh, my God. This is…the…best…ever.”
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