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you were available, Alexandra.”
    “Wow, I wasn’t expecting that, yes, I am available Grayson.” Speaking in barely a whisper, I was still trying to catch my breath. My heart was leaping for glory, my pulse racing, and face blushing.
    “If you weren’t expecting that, then you should’ve worn a different skirt!” and we both startled giggling. He pulled me into a deep kiss, bringing my whole body in tightly to him. It was perfect. We felt perfect together. I didn’t want to leave; I just wanted to be here with him.
    He pulled back muttering something about leaving before he couldn’t stop himself. We held hands as we made our way to his car. When we got to his car, I am not certain what I was expecting, but it certainly wasn’t a CL63! A very beautiful, distinguished black Mercedes and he looked gorgeous next to it, as he opened the door for me. His genuine smile, made my stomach turn in flips and I loved his show of chivalry.
    We left the car with the valet and he kept his hand on my lower back as we walked in. I wasn’t used to men pulling out the chair for me. He kissed my cheek as he helped me take my seat. Our seats were close to the dance floor and we could hear the wonderful music of Creya’s band playing. We were enjoying a glass of wine before dinner and he reached over and took my hand in his, playing with my fingers. After some time, Grayson stood and held out his hand, “Please dance with me,” he asked with a cute grin on his face.
    “Grayson, you don’t want to do that, really! I will embarrass you, I am a horrible dancer.” Nevertheless, he pulled me to my feet and led me out on the small dance floor. It was just us, and it felt as if every eye in the room was drinking us in, but soon, I did not care. Grayson Brooks was beautiful and for the moment, he was mine, my date for the evening. He was holding me so tight and gently swaying to a beautiful song. He started humming along and I could not hold my hands back any longer, I had to feel that silky hair of his. We were so wrapped up into each other; it felt like we were in “couple-land.” When the song was over, the room erupted into applause. Creya added, “Thank you to the lovely couple for sharing in the magic of music.”
    We took our seats and enjoyed a fabulous dinner that Grayson ordered for me. I wasn’t used to someone making my choices for me; I had been doing that since I was 12. However, tonight I did not mind, and his choice of grilled fish in a chardonnay sauce was decadent and did not disappoint. We talked about our love of sports, especially shooting hoops. Another common interest: The Chicago Bears, which was a big hit for me, as anyone that loves the Bears, is a friend of mine. We both like to run, he likes to lift weights and I like Pilates and Yoga, he loves to eat fish and so do I. I found that his favorite weekend past time of watching football on Sunday afternoons with pizza and beer were right up my alley.
    “When you were here last Friday night with Cooper, was that the first time you had been here for dinner?”
    “Yes, it was the first time we’d been here, but it was only for drinks. Cooper found this place while out for a run that morning and decided we should come check it out. Both of us enjoy sultry, jazz music and even more when it’s live.”
    “I agree and I have found a love for music as well and listen to it 24/7, in the car, even the Operating Room. I play it constantly when I am at home and now, I sleep to it. I read a study a couple of years ago, about how playing music softly all night, helps one relax and get into a deeper sleep. Since I have been doing that, I do sleep better.”
    “I haven’t heard about that, but it sounds like a novel idea. I will have to try that, especially since our apartment is equipped with an iPod intercom, Coop and I share the same artists.”
    The night seemed to move excessively fast, through music, dancing, and delightful conversation. Then it happened, my