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YES! Now, I have now OFFICIALLY lost it!
    As if h e can sense my state of panic, he extends his hand to Marie and smiles.
    “It’s nice to meet you , Marie. I am Sebastian Kohlson. Skylar here tells me that you make the best pie on Earth, but I must say I am rather hard to convince when it comes to matters of pie.”
    Marie chuckles at his challenging words and ushers us in out of the c risp night air.
    “Well, you are in luck , young man. I just so happen to have a fresh apple pie right out of the oven. You two come on, sit down, and get warmed up.” I motion for us to sit next to the little fireplace that I love to sit by on cool nights like this. He removes his jacket and places it on the chair and moves to help me with mine. I shyly refuse because I don’t want him to see the safety pins that hold the satin liner in place.
    “Wou ld you like some coffee?” I ask him.
    “Sure, that sounds great,” he answers.
    I stand to make our coffee, and I feel his eyes follow me across the shop to the old wooden antique bar. I brave a quick glance over at him and meet his intense stare. Smiling shyly back at him I continue preparing our drinks and then sit his steaming cup in front of him.
                  “Thank you,” he says and I push the creamer and sugar his way.
    Nervously, I begin playing with the handle of my cup and struggle at what I should say next. The silence between us right now is torturing me.
    “I should have introduced myself to y ou earlier. I’m sorry,” he says suddenly, and I snap out of my daze.
    “ Oh, it’s okay. I just can’t believe that I didn’t ask your name before agreeing to bring you here. I’m not sure what’s going on with me today,” I say as I glance down into the hot cup before me. Suddenly, I hear a large crash in the back followed by Marie’s loud Italian cursing. It is so funny to hear her continue ranting in her native tongue
    I seriously do need to learn Italian.
    “Is everything ok ay back there?” I shout toward the back trying to hide the humor in my voice.
    “Oh , yes, I’ll be right out,” she yells, flustered.
    Marie quickly reappears, but with one only piece of pie topped off with a huge scoop of vanilla ice cream. She places it on the table, and I look at her in confusion.
    Oh no. No. No. This is so not going to be like the spaghetti scene in Lady and the Tramp. Just what are you up to, Marie?
    “My apologies , you two, but I dropped the rest of the pie off the counter when I was moving the plates around. I did bring two spoons though,” she says as she produces the silver in front of us. “Now, I’ll expect a full rating on that pie young man. Buon appetito!” Marie winks and quickly excuses herself to return to the back.
    Sebastian grabs one of the spoons and quickly takes a large scoop of pie and melting ice cream. I watch him slowly part his delicious perfect lips and slide the mouthful of pie inside.
    Wait; did I just say delicious lips?
    “MMMmmmm . OH. MY. LORD,” he says and closes his beautiful eyes as he bumps the table with his fist in enjoyment.
    I smile at his reaction.
    Yep, Marie’s pies are simply out of this world!
    J ust as I’m about to say ‘I told you so’, he takes a second scoop and shoves it into my now open mouth. He chuckles at my surprised look, and I savor the delicious mixture of cinnamon and vanilla, and of Sebastian. I am intoxicated by the mere fact his lips have been on this same spoon only moments before mine.
    Why did he do that?
    At first, I didn’t fe el comfortable sharing the pie with him, but now, now he has made it so intimate, so personal. I mean, how can sharing pie with a complete stranger be so freaking erotic? I am hypnotized by his perfect lips and the sounds he makes when he eats. Damn, I bet this man can freaking make eating broccoli sexy as hell!
    He scoops up yet another bite and moves to put it in my mouth. We go on and on like this until we finish the last bite of delicious pie. I