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like a moment in time that could be the start of something, like the tiny snowball that starts rolling in the snow and little by little momentum builds until you’re looking at an avalanche. I have to wonder whether being here now is the beginning of my own avalanche. He comes round the table and puts his arm around me as he snaps another picture and the heat coming off him is just like molten lava. I feel the butterflies and the smile slips easily onto my face.

Chapter Five – Breathless
    This tension between us builds like a wave but eventually a wave breaks and the same must be true of us. I will it to happen. Every fibre of my being wants to know him in the most carnal of ways. I have never felt such an aching need as I feel right now here with this man. I am possessed. I can see these events unfolding between us, the way this evening must end, and yet I am powerless to change the course of events or even speed them up to their inevitable conclusion. Just breathe, Ava, and enjoy the ride!
    He is wonderfully handsome and self-assured as he sets the Martini down in front of me and settles on the stool directly opposite me in the hotel bar. It is late and my hotel room is just a short elevator ride away yet, seemingly, he is in no hurry to allow the evening to reach its inevitable conclusion. It is inevitable. The way his eyes linger on mine and the way my heart speeds up whenever he touches me. He is understated and clearly not one for public displays of affection yet there have been moments already: sitting close in the bar surrounded by his people; the closeness of our bodies when he snapped us later in the bar; brushing a strand of rogue hair from my face as we watched the world pass us by from the confines of the speeding taxi. Yes, there have been moments and I know there will be more to follow. I feel it in my heart. It races just thinking about what must happen next.
    â€˜Why can’t you see what everyone else can see?’ he asks, reaching for his bottle of beer.
    â€˜I don’t follow.’
    My eyes drift to those lips and I can’t help but wonder how they will feel kissing my neck, parting my thighs and kissing my most hidden secret.
    â€˜You don’t think you’re good enough to take part in the contest but you are.’
    â€˜That’s your opinion.’
    â€˜It is, but it’s my show so I should know, shouldn’t I?’
    â€˜One would hope so,’ I accept.
    â€˜And yet you don’t. Why is that?’
    â€˜I’m not very good with compliments, I guess?’ That is true and so is the burning in my crotch. I can’t tell if it’s the alcohol that’s got me feeling so twitchy or just him. Wrap me around your body. Bend me until I break. Fuck me until I melt! This is bad. I can’t see a way out of this situation which doesn’t end up with me naked and panting. If truth be told, I don’t want to see another way out. But what if he leaves me here hanging in the hotel bar? It is a bolt from the blue and it sends a shiver emanating the length of my body. What if he does that? I don’t think I can bear it. This yearning is like an addiction, and he is the cure or is he the antidote? Oh, I don’t know any more. I can’t focus and I can’t think straight. Let’s just get naked and see where that leads us.
    â€˜I noticed. Let me guess, was it a childhood trauma or …?’
    â€˜Let’s not get into it, Sigmund!’ I warn.
    â€˜OK.’ Matt raises his hands in defeat.
    Why is he waiting? Why doesn’t he take control the way I’m longing for him to? I’m here and I’m wanton and desperate. Yes, desperate to spread my legs and feel him drive deep inside me. Who is this filthy wench who has invaded my brain, I want to ask, and where have you been all my life?
    â€˜Can I ask you a question?’ I can’t wait any longer. It is time for direct action. I reach for the olive and