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Something must have shown on my face because he spoke again, and gripped my hips tight to hold me still.
     
    “ We’d date. Get married and try to live happily ever after. Isn’t that what most women want?”
     
    Oh god . I could feel myself on the verge of hyperventilating. The plane was going down and I couldn’t even say may-day.
     
    “ You don’t seem very happy about the idea that we might be perfect for each other. Why is that exactly?” He nuzzled my neck and I could feel his warmth seeping into my frozen bones.
     
    “ You’re a great guy. Really. You seem…amazing. But I’m not a soul mate kind of person.”
     
    He jerked away from me, staring at me intently like he’d know whether or not I lied by close study.
     
    “ You don’t think it’s possible?” he asked, shocked, like I was a five year old telling him I didn’t believe in Santa Claus.
     
    Which told me that he did believe in soul mates. This guy believed in soul mates and he thought I was his.
     
    My body felt a little trembly. “No. It’s…possible. Just not for me, with someone like you. You know, the whole package. You’re like all that and a bag of kibble,” I said.
     
    “ You walked in the door and it was like being punched in the stomach.”
     
    “ That good, huh?”
     
    He chuckled. “ Worse . But you were so…prickly and different to what I expected that I just couldn’t believe you were my soul mate.”
     
    “ And now?”
     
    “ Now I’m thinking there are going to be a lot of dog jokes in my future. You’re smart, funny, have a great body, why wouldn’t you deserve a catch like me?” He sounded self-deprecating and it was really adorable. “Don’t you think you deserve to be happy?”
     
    Oh. Ouch. Did I deserve to be happy? That was a brain teaser. Yeah, sure I did. But I didn’t expect it to be so…imminent. To be confronted with it and have to make a choice for it. I guess I had thought I’d date some guy and a lot of time would pass, we’d get married and I’d realize I was in love— it’d take me unawares, like a mugger in the dark.
     
    He wanted me to make a conscious decision, to have faith in him, myself and the enigma idea of ‘us’.
     
    “ What happens if I say yes?” I asked.
     
    “ We will leave here immediately and go to your hotel or my house. I’ve got a raging, enormous… headache . And then, we get dinner.”
     
    “ It’s ten am!”
     
    “ It’s a very serious headache. I expect I’ll need repeat applications of whatever you did before.”
     
    “ But I would get dinner? Somewhere nice I hope,” I said, trying to keep it light, disbelieving that I was making plans to not only sleep with this guy but more… like permanent more.
     
    “ You can hope. I’m thinking it might be room service.”
     
    I shivered and felt myself skip a breath. He must have seen my panicked look. “Trust me. Just walk out the door.”
     
    So I did.
     
    We walked side by side to his car, the strangest and most uncomfortable walk I’ve ever been on. I knew he was near me. I could almost feel him there. I couldn’t look at him directly so I watched the ground and the parking garage, catching glimpses of him out of the corner of my eye.
     
    He walked over to my side of the car and opened the door for me. I walked past him, imagining a little crackle of energy between us, like static cling when my underwear stuck together.
     
    He closed the door and walked around the car while my heart beat a million times a minute. He opened his own door and sat down in the driver’s side, closing the door.
     
    The keys were in his hand and I saw him squeeze his fist tight. He didn’t start the car, just sat there looking out at the parking garage.
     
    “ Jesus,” he said quietly, still staring straight ahead.
     
    I turned to see him, not having my seat belt on yet, and all I wanted to do was lunge across the space and straddle him. have sex with him here and now. He was too close, like