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feet were on the ground, she turned her head and rested it on my chest, her hand pulling at my badge again.  "I love you too Nathan" she giggled.  "I loved you from the first day I saw you."
    "Love at first sight?"  Her revelation surprised me. "Why didn't you say?"
    "You might have thought I was crazy," she said, still laughing.
    The side gate opened, and we both turned and looked.  Cassian was standing there, dressed in tennis gear. 
    "Hey," he said, acknowledging both of us.  "Magdala, we're leaving in half an hour."
    "I better go," she said to me and she reached up to kiss me again.  "Thanks for coming," she said.
    "Have a great night," I said, wishing I could stay with her. She joined Cassian and I gave them a wave as I got into my car, my heart filled with this indescribable emotion at the knowledge that she loved me as much as I loved her. And the fact that she had unabashedly declared she'd loved me from the beginning blew my mind, fucking blew my brains out.  Magdala Strauss was surely, most definitely had to be the love of my life.
     

Chapter 2
    MAGDALA
    Nathan wants to take me to a party.  It's a big deal, everyone whose anyone will be there.  He picks me up when he finishes work, takes me to his place, where he says Tom will pick us up later.  I'm dressed in a short blue halter neck dress and fairly high heels, but ones I can walk in.  I've curled my hair, I want to look hot.  I ask if I'm dressed appropriately, I don't know the dress code for West parties, but he takes one look at me and says, "Perfect." 
    His mother is at work and his Dad is watching tv, so he tells me to wait in his room while he has a quick shower.  I sit on the bed, just on my phone, when the door opens and his brother walks in.  You can tell it's his brother, though this is the first time I've actually seen him as a person, not a shape in a bed.
    "Hi," I say, just making sure he knows I'm there.
    "Hi."  Even his voice is similar to Nathan's.  He's skinnier though, ganglier and his hair is lighter, almost blonde.  He doesn't look at me, starts rummaging in some drawers for clothes, opens the closet, rummages in there. 
    The door barges open, Nathan's whistling, but I don't recognize the tune.  His hair is wet, he has a striped towel around his neck, just wearing boxer briefs.
    "Ben!" he exclaims and shakes his wet head near him.
    "Get dressed would ya," Ben replies in a voice of disgust.
    Nathan elbows him, pushes him out of the way, comes and sits next to me before Ben gets a chance to react.  "This is Magdala," Nathan says.  Ben raises his eyebrows at me, but looks away when Nathan kisses my forehead.  Then he kisses my lips.
    "Give it a rest," Ben says, holding a bunch of clothes and going to the door.  "You coming home tonight?"
    "Yeah," Nathan answers, as if it's a given.
    "Well, try not to cause a frigging earthquake," he says as he scoots for the door.  Nathan picks up his shoe and throws it at him as the door slams, both of them laughing.  The door opens a crack and Ben signals the finger.  Nathan throws another shoe at him, calls, "Fuck off."
    "Do you two always fight?" I ask.
    "Always," he grins.  "Did I tell you how beautiful you are?"
    He uses the towel to dry his hair a bit, drops it on the floor, pushes me back onto the bed, lifts my dress, pulls my panties down to my knees.
    "He won't come back in, will he?" I ask.
    Nathan shakes his head. He pulls down his boxers, just to his knees.  "I won't ruin the dress will I?  Should I take it off?"
    I shake my head.  It's a knit fabric, doesn't crease.  I like that he asks. He kisses me.  Lips, face, neck.  He reaches for his phone, which is by the pillow, rings Tom.
    "What time you coming by?"  He keeps touching me, says, "Okay."  Tosses the phone aside.
    "There's no rush," he says, pushing his underwear off, kneels on the floor, his tongue tantalizing me, every nerve ending on high alert, nerve endings I never knew existed.  I bite my lip, trying