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wasn’t sure if I was happy about that or not. Happy, I decided. It proved we could spend time together without banging each other’s brains out.
    It was late when the movie was over and even though it was Friday and I could have stayed out partying, I was zapped. We stood on the sidewalk in front of the theater.
    “Well, I guess this is goodnight, then?” He put his hands in his pockets and straightened his elbows. His shoulders rose and he reminded me of a teenager asking his crush out on a date. He was so damn adorable.
    “Yeah.”
    “Where are you headed?”
    “Midtown.”
    “I’d share a cab, but we’re going opposite directions. But I don’t want you to ride the subway so I’m going to pay for you to go home in a cab, ‘kay?”
    “No—”
    “Yes.”
    He hailed a cab and handed the cabbie a hundred dollar bill. “Take the lady anywhere she wants.”
    “Yes, sir.”
    Rivers started to shut my door when I yelled, “Wait!’
    He ducked his head inside the car and looked at me with an arched brow. I reached for him and he grinned. “I was hoping you wouldn’t just leave.” He slipped in next to me and the taxi merged into traffic.

    “Nice place”
    I smiled. “No it’s not.”
    Rivers chuckled and shrugged a shoulder. “I’ve seen worse.”
    “Do you want something to drink? I’ve got the hard stuff.” I held up two Cokes.
    He nodded. “Thanks.” He wandered around the living area and looked at photographs I had haphazardly hanging on the walls in a sort of eclectic, shabby chic fashion.
    “These are great.”
    “Thanks. I took them.”
    He looked over his shoulder at me. “Wow. You have quite an eye.”
    I smiled and felt my cheeks pink. “Thanks.” I handed him his drink. He took a long pull before putting it aside.
    Oh, wow, he even uses coasters. I think he’s perfect .
    “So…what do you usually do when you bring a guy up to your apartment after a date?”
    “Ah, I usually don’t bring guys here. But then again, I usually don’t have sex with them on the subway when I don’t even know their name, either. So I made an exception.” I shrugged a shoulder.
    “Okay, then we’ll have to establish our own set of rules.” He plopped down on the couch, flipped off his shoes, put his feet on the coffee table and crossed them at the ankles.  He squirmed down into the pillows and crossed his arms behind his head. “Yeah, this is comfy. Bring me the remote, woman!”
    My mouth dropped open. “What?”
    He started laughing and sat up. “I’m kidding.” He patted the seat next to him. “Why don’t we just talk?”
    I placed my pop next to his on the table and sat down. He pulled me close and I snuggled into him. We stayed that way for hours and talked. He’d run his fingers up and down my arm or down the side of my face. I’d run my fingers through his soft black hair, but otherwise we didn’t do anything but talk. About everything and nothing. We talked about our jobs and our families. And debated whether pizza with pineapple on it can really be considered pizza. I’m pro pineapple, Rivers isn’t.
    “You’re exhausted. I should go.”
    I lifted my head from his chest and looked at him. “No I’m not.”
    “Julia, I’ve been sitting here for the last five minutes watching you sleep on my chest. Don’t get me wrong, I love the sight. But you should be in bed.”
    “Fine. I’ll go to bed.” I uncurled myself and stood, grabbing Rivers’ hand and pulling him up with me. “But only if you come to bed with me.”
    As soon as the words were out of my mouth my face flamed in a blush and I looked down at the floor. I don’t know why. It was stupid. I’d had sex with the man twice…once without knowing his name and with an audience! But we were alone, in my apartment. It made me feel vulnerable somehow. And I’d never asked someone to come to my bed before. I’d always stayed at Jackass’s apartment so I had control of when the night ended. He never stayed at my