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conversation and laugh before I realize that the car has stopped moving. I wait in anticipation, staring at the door, wondering who will open it. I am a little disappointed to see the driver again. He holds out his hand for me and I take it politely.
    “Thank you,” it comes out as a whisper.
    I take my chance to look around. It is the middle of the night and we are standing on a deserted beach. It is beautiful. It’s still warm but the goose bumps cover my arms anyway. That’s when I spot it--the table lit by a single candle; it’s stunning. I catch my breath, my eyes scanning every inch of the scene ahead of me.
    “I can take it from here, James, thanks,” I recognize his voice straight away. My toes curl and my body tingles all over. Every inch of me feels warm. I don’t move; I’m frozen. I feel him as he moves closer behind me. “Take your shoes off,” he whispers gently in my ear. I do, without question. I smile, unwittingly. I can’t help it, it just happens. My body knows him, responds to him.
    “Walk with me, Paige,” I feel the warmth of his hand as it mingles with mine. I feel at home.
    “You don’t have any bruises,” I say as we walk along the sand.
    “Why would I?” He looks confused.
    “From the ton of bricks,” I chuckle.
    I see the smile tug at the sides of his mouth but he holds it back. We continue walking forward in a comfortable silence. The feel of his thumb drawing circles on the back of my hand calms me. It feels good. I feel the warm breeze lifting the strands of my hair through the night air. The sand feels so soft between my toes and every couple of steps I wiggle them, letting it fall through them like a waterfall. Everything feels surreal. I catch a glimpse of his midnight black hair, blowing in the wind out of the corner of my eye, and his dark eyes are watching me, so intensely. They are always watching me. Claiming me a little bit more every time that we meet. As we reach the table, he turns me toward him and pulls me dangerously close.
    “Care to join me for dinner, Ms Carter?” he whispers as he stares into my eyes.
    “I do.” I reply playfully.
    “Good,” he says, turning me to face the open water.
    “It’s beautiful,” I gasp. He nods, before I feel the slight touch of his lips on my neck. They linger there for what feels like endless minutes until he breaks the contact that my body desires so intensely.
    “Here,” he says, pulling out one of the chairs at the table.
    Smoothing down the back of my dress, I take a seat. I feel the chair sink slightly into the sand before I make myself comfortable. He sits across from me, hands under his chin, scanning my face with his eyes.
    “This is amazing.”
    He just smiles, before his eyes flit to something over my shoulder. I turn to see a girl carrying two plates covered with silver cloches. I turn my gaze toward Taylor, eyes wide with surprise.
    “How do you manage to plan these things?” I chuckle.
    His answer is interrupted.
    “Dinner is served, enjoy.” One simple sentence and she disappears into the night.
    “Wow.” I whisper to myself. I sit, smiling at him for a few seconds before he breaks the silence.
    “Before we eat I just want to say sorry.”
    “For what?” I ask.
    “The dress,” he says sincerely, as his hand traces each one of my fingers slowly from across the table.
    I look at him in confusion.
    “For getting it dirty,” he continues.
    I look at the dress quickly before my puzzled eyes meet his again.
    “It’s not dirty.” It comes out more like a question than a statement. He takes a deep breath. He pauses before picking up his glass of wine and taking a long, drawn out sip. He places it back down leisurely, before raising his eyes to meet mine. I feel my stomach fluttering again.
    “No, but I’m going to make love to you on this beach, on the sand, tonight. Your dress is going to get dirty, Paige, and for that, I am sorry...”
    My eyes widen with shock, excitement and an intense