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in her lust-befuddled brain, she registered that his bedroom was just as lavishly decorated as the rest of his house but then his lips found hers and she forgot everything, forgot where she was as she lost herself in the kiss. Their bodies found each other again, legs and arms twined as they clung to each other, unwilling to ever let go.
                  There was something different about how he made love to her that night. There was an… urgency, a deep sense of intimacy that wasn’t there before. And, for the first time, Angela couldn’t help but hope that this relationship had started to mean more to him.
                  Afterwards, she lay sprawled in the sheets naked while he showered. Part of her wanted to join him but the stronger part was too lazy to move. Angela was still deliberating when the door opened and Dimitri walked into the room wearing a loose pair of pants and a white shirt that clung to his still humid chest.
                  “Hey.” He beamed at her. “You missed out on a great shower.” Leaning over, he planted a soft kiss on her lips. “Hi.”
                  “Hi, yourself,” Angela whispered, giggling as several drops of water landed on her cheek. “Your hair’s all wet. Come here, I’ll dry it for you.”
                  She parted her legs wide, patting the space between them. Dimitri laughed as he sat in front of her, resting his back against her full, soft breasts. Angela wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling herself into his body as she grabbed a towel and started to dry his hair.
                  “You know,” she said, slowly. “There were some things I wanted to talk to you about yesterday, but I didn’t have a chance.”
                  “About what”
                  Angel dropped the towel and pressed her lips to his back. “Us.”
                  His shoulders stiffened at once. As gently as he could, Dimitri detangled from her embrace and sat on the edge of the bed. “Are we back to the same topic, Angie?” There was a trace of exasperation in his voice.
                  “Well, we never got around to talking about it last night.”
                  “We did talk about it after our first night together,” Dimitri reminded her gently. He reached over her and took an antique cigar case from the bedside table. “I don’t do relationships, Angela,” he said, holding the case towards her. She shook her head and he lit one, taking a long drag. “I fuck. Hard. But I can’t date you.”
                  She winced. “Ouch. That was brutal.”
                  He sighed and stubbed the cigar out on an ashtray before drawing her into his arms. “I wish I could date you, baby. But things are… things are complicated.”
                  “Complicated how?”
                  “There are things going on in my life… things that I can’t tell you about. It involves… my family,” he said reluctantly. “And you.”
                  Her face darkened. Without a word, Angela pushed off the sheets and swung her legs over the bed. He sat up and frowned.
                  “Babe, what’s wrong? Look, let me explain, alright?”
                  “Explain what?” She sneered, glaring at him over her shoulder. “Your family won’t accept me because I’m black, right?”
                  “Babe, come here.” He wrapped a powerful arm around her, effortlessly pulling her back in bed. “You’re the very first black girl who ever seriously caught my eye, yes. But, do you honestly think this has anything to do with pigmentation? I couldn’t give a flying fuck about your skin color. Actually, I do,” he amended with a smirk as he ran his long pale fingers up and down her arm. “There’s something about the darkness of your skin that just drives