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seen you around the club for years now and we never exchange words more than hi and bye.  What change now why you are talking to me, wanting to get to know me?” She asks looking me dead in the eyes. I know she was skeptical, but damn.
     
    “I’ve notice you from the first day you started to work at the club.  I’ve always wanted to talk to you, but I never thought you would give me the time of day.  I thought you would judge me thinking that I might have ulterior motives that are not on the up and up for wanting to talk to you.  What changed? I can honestly say I just can’t keep watching you every day and not talk to you, because I feel like I’m losing control.  I’m not going to lie, I want you and I can’t get you outta my head, and so we are
    c lear, I don’t just want to fuck you, don’t get me wrong, I want to fuck you in every position imaginable to man with some of my own creations, but that’s not what this is about if that’s what you are worried about.  I know if we make love, and that’s exactly what it would be, I won’t be able to let you go and I won’t want to either. So I finally took a risk so here I am.”   I keep looking at her; watch as he chest moves faster with my declaration.  I watch her as she ponders all that I just said.  Looking at her she is breath taking, no make-up, and no enhancement, nothing just beautiful.  She seems ignorance to her beauty which adds to her appeal.  I hear the whispers at the club, the young and old members all would like to get a taste of that, well that’s their words not mine.  In my eyes she should be treasured and respected.  If by any chance I get the opportunity I will do just that.  I want to kiss her so bad, I just don’t want her to get the impression that I just want to get into her pants.  I do want to, but I’m willing to wait until she is ready. 
     

Evelyn Chapter Seven
     
    His confession left me speechless.  There is no avoiding what he is saying, the true implication behind his words.  I feel all tingly inside, because what he said is how I’m feeling and I’m scared shitless that if I give into hoping it can be I would end up broken beyond repair.   I smiled going against the turmoil in my head “Nothing else you could have said would have made it more perfect.  I do feel the same way, I am scared though. I’m scared that I’m going to get hurt, because of where I come from.  It’s not the norm for people like us to feel his way, and there is nothing you can do about it.  With that said I want to get to know everything there is to know about you and we can take it from there.”   Brushing my hair from my face he said, “It’s more than enough, I can work with that.”  Releasing the breath I was holding I looked into his eyes and said. “Let’s go sit over there so we can talk.”   He reached out and took my hand intertwining or fingers together.  It feels so good and natural for us to be here walking hand in hand. 
     
    Sitting in the sand I looked up at the sky, the color of pink streaks with white mix with orange where the sun is going down on the horizon it’s perfect.  “It’s beautiful don’t you think?” I said pointing at the sky.
    “Yes it sure is” he whispered . When I looked over at him he was not looking at the sky he was looking at me.  I felt the heat rising to my cheeks I quickly looked away as not to tip my hand that I am affected by his words.  I failed because he said, “I love when you blush, and it’s pretty and addictive.”  Trying to change the direction of this conversation I ask “How’s school going, I know you got into Yale, but turned it down to follow your dream of playing football at UCF?  Why did you turn down Yale?”  A cloud of sadness covers his face, and I knew this is not a subject he wants to address so I continue “You don’t have to tell me, I was just curious and fascinated all at the same time.” Snapping out of his cloud he ask,