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for me to want to throw him down on the couch and kiss him all over.
                  “You are smiling. Why?” Javier asked, an amused expression on his face. The bad thing about drinking beer when you’re not that used to it is it kind of works like truth serum.
                  “I’m just happy. You are very interesting and nice and good-looking, and I’m glad to be here,” I answered, forcing myself to not turn shy on him, making my eyes meet his amazing, glowing green ones. He smiled.
                  “And I am happy you are here, too. When I find you in the car, I knew you were a kind person because you were driving the boy. And I see your face, too, and know that you are beautiful. But I also hear you talk to the girl and I know that she did not like me. But you did.”
                  My heart sank. I stopped in mid-chew, afraid to look at him, embarrassed at what he possibly had heard. But he had not only heard us talking, he realized what it was we had been talking about.
                  “Javier, I am so sorry that you overheard us...” I began, but he shook his head.
                  “It is not a problem. I am used to the way people are not understanding. But I see that you are a good person, one who says, ‘I do not agree with you.’ And that makes you even more beautiful.”
                  This is the part where I should have smiled, and thanked him, and even made plans to see him again. Instead, I put down the plate I was holding, slid over to him, and kissed him suddenly on his warm, full lips.
                  Javier kissed me back, reaching to set his plate down without breaking the kiss, his other hand resting gently on my arm, not holding me in place but instead like he was politely inviting me to kiss him. The taste of our incredible meal was there in the kiss, but it was mixed with a scent that was his alone, something spicy but alluring. The combination assaulting my senses made me light-headed, made me cling to Javier’s shoulders, to the strength of his arms beneath the fabric of his cotton shirt.
                  I finally had the chance to run my hands through his curls, the ones that had caught the street light the night we met. I had thought more than a few times about how it might feel to caress his hair, but I wasn’t prepared for the feeling of losing myself in the silkiness. I pulled him closer to me, kissing him hungrily this time, our tongues meeting and sliding over each other, heated by the aji and by something more.
                  As we kissed, Javier lifted me and pulled me onto his lap, which would have made me angry at him for assuming where this might be heading if only he hadn’t also shifted beneath me so that I was simply cradled in his arms. He leaned me back so that my head rested against the arm of the sofa, freeing his other hand to brush my hair back from my face before holding my cheek in his hand.
                  He broke the kiss only long enough to trace his fingers down my jaw to my neck, stopping where my collarbone appeared above my shirt, following his hand with his warm mouth respectfully short of going any lower. He paused between kisses to breathe in deeply with his face pressed to my neck and my hair, like he was trying to store up a memory of the way I smelled. I pulled his mouth back to mine once more, needing to taste him again.
                  Finally, Javier pulled back enough to look at my eyes, his smile lighting up his whole face. His words were slower than usual, as though he had to force his mind to find each one. “I wanted to kiss you like that since I first see you.”
                  “Me, too,” I managed to say in a voice barely above a whisper, realizing that I still had a handful of his shirt clenched in my hand.
                  “I am happy you are here and that