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to cleft , thigh to quivering thigh.
    She wanted to say he was going way too fast.  She wanted to push him away forcefully while saying an adamant, “NO!” like she’d been taught in all of those self-defense classes she’d taken.
    None of those were even possible now that he’d touched her.  She felt lost and found at the same time, as if something deep inside her recognized something deep within him.
    She felt as if she’d found her soul mate, and that more than anything made her extremely grateful when they both heard Charlene’s car roaring up the driveway.
    It gave her the distraction she needed to rip her eyes from his and take a step away from him.  He didn’t - as she’d thought he might - try to hold her there, but he didn’t let his hands drop once she started moving.  They fell away from her only when she moved out of his reach, as if he wanted to touch her every second that he could.
    When she took another step back, she felt somehow bereft, as if she’d made the wrong choice, until she looked up at him and he stood there, in all of his self confident masculine glory with a very small, almost imperceptible smile on his face.
    “Go greet your friend.  I’ll be there in a minute.”
    “You’re not coming -” 
    He made a gesture towards his bulging crotch. 
    “Oh.”  Now it was her turn to blush when she really didn’t need to.  It wasn’t as if she hadn’t seen a man with an erection before.
    “I just need a minute to . . .  compose myself, then I’ll be right down.”
    Ginger practically ran away from him, which was very unlike her.  She wasn’t the type to give away so much about what she was feeling, but she couldn’t help it.  If she spent another second in that room with him, she was either going to end up under him or - worse than that, somehow - over his lap.
    She wasn’t at all sure which was better . . . or worse.
    Her confusion must’ve shown in her face, because Charlene thought she was sick when she saw her.
    “You sure you’re all right?” 
    Her friend must’ve asked her that several times, even in front of Sean, who appeared out of nowhere and grabbed the bags they were both carrying.
    Of course, Ginger couldn’t keep her curious eyes from wandering to the zipper of his jeans, which still looked as if it was under considerable stress, but she forced herself to look at her friend, instead, whose continued questions about her health were driving her crazy.
    “I’m fine, leave it!” Ginger finally snapped.  They were all gathered in the kitchen, trying to decide what to have for snacks with the inevitable pre-dinner happy hour.  Tonight that would be steaks on the grill that Sean would cook.
    “All right, all right!  Don’t be so touchy!  Jeez!”
    “How about something easy - my parmesan and garlic dip with some salt and pepper chips?”  She, for one, would be happy for the distraction of having to make her latest concoction - anything to get her mind off a certain person’s bulge.  Ginger pulled one of the grocery bags she’d brought out of the cupboard.
    “Well, none of us will be able to breathe on each other, but that sounds great.”
    Although she could feel Sean’s eyes on her occasionally during the evening, he didn’t approach her again, and she kept her own eyes strictly to herself.
    Well, maybe not strictly, but mighty close to it.
    Charlene’s family was wonderful.  She’d met several of them before, and they all went out of their way to make her feel like she was part of the family.  They laughed, they talked, they ate continuously; snacks during happy hour, steaks and salad were nowhere near enough for them, so they sent some of the brothers down to the corner store for an ice cream run about eleven o’clock.
    Ginger had just ducked up the stairs to use the facilities, since the downstairs bathroom aways seemed to be ocupado .  Of course, she ran into Sean there; apparently his room was right next to hers.  That made her