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considering the fact that I’ve already had more than enough to drink and I've never had a drop of Cognac in my life.
    “Good,” he says with a smirk.
    I reach up and grab and the bottle, hoping he won’t notice the vibration in my movements.
    “So, tell me your story.  You said you came here alone.  I take it from our little adventure at the bookstore that you aren't married.”
    “Why, do I look not married?” I inquire.
    “No, no!  I just wanted to be sure. I didn’t really have time to ask.  My thoughts kind of ran away from me earlier.”
    “Ahhh...” I couldn’t help but laugh at his twist of words.  “That’s true.  Very true.”
    I muster all the courage I have and look him straight in the eye as I hand him his snifter of Cognac.
    “To answer your question...no, I’m not married.”
    “So why is it you say that you aren’t quite yourself these days?”
    “Well, I got divorced last year.  I have two great kids and this is my first Christmas without them...actually.  It’s my first Christmas without anyone.”
    “Ahhh…well, I can imagine that is difficult.”
    “Yeah, I guess what I was thinking is that I didn’t want to be alone over the holidays.  So I came up to my parents’ house.  And then after their holiday dinner turned into something that will send me back to two session a week therapy, I came here thinking if I was somewhere else I wouldn’t realize that I was alone.  Then I got here and never felt more alone in my life.  Shocker, right?  Bet you are glad you answered my phone call.”
    “I am, in fact. I wouldn’t have missed this for the world.”
    He looks at me the same way he did at the bookstore and I feel my stomach flipping again.
    He leans in and kisses my lips and that sweet spot just below my earlobe.  I lose my balance.
    I pull myself from his lips and take a deep breath to confess my thoughts.
    “Given that I’ve hit a rough patch in my personal life as of late, and I find myself in an old friend’s cabin, and I’m in a town that is full of haunting memories...and considering you showed up and you are like insanely good looking...and really, really drunk and probably won’t remember me anyway...I’m thinking we should just have sex.”
    He looks at me with a look that screamed “ Did she just say that?!?! ”
    He smiles and says, “Are you trying to play tricks on me?”
    “I’m actually serious.  Not that this makes any difference, but I have never said anything like that in my entire life.  It’s just this whole knowing I’ll never see you again thing is pretty intoxicating.”
    “This all sounded perfect until I became the gardener you want to play out fantasies with...”
    “You are funny and sexy, too.”
    “Does that give me extra credit?”
    “Yes!” I say as I pull his tie to draw him in closer to me with rapid speed.
    His lips hit mine and I feel that jolt of electricity again.  Soft and gentle, they make me feel dizzy and my whole body tingles with excitement.  Then, I pull away.
    “I should let you know something…”  I pause as I allow the panic to pump through my veins.
    “Something that I can’t believe I’m about to admit…”
    “What?”  He asks with a furrowed brow.
    “I haven't done THIS in...like, uh...2 years..."
    "THIS meaning what, exactly?"  He responds inquisitively.
    "Sex."
    "Well, that's something that we definitely need to fix.  Now.  No more talking, Jillian."
    Somehow his demanding tone makes my body want him more.  I feel my heart pause, before it begins racing viciously in my chest.
    With the speed of a biting snake, I grab his tie again and drag his lips to mine.
    To my surprise, he jerks back and loosens the tie that I held so tightly, tossing it to the coffee table before turning his back to me.  His eyes lower, focusing on my breasts that are moving up and down as my breathing intensifies.
    Nothing matters now but the heat of his lips and feel of his strong hands slowly kneading up my