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plates of food.  It looks like chicken with mashed potatoes and steamed green beans.  Oh my, this beautiful man made me a homemade dinner for my birthday.  I feel like the world’s most loved woman at this point.  I really do not deserve a man as good as Tommy Jackson.
    Tommy walks over and turns his iPod dock on.  I hear the lyrics from “I Can’t Help Falling in Love” by UB40 begin to play as Tommy walks back to me.  He takes my hand and kisses it ever so gently as we make our way to the nook.  He pulls my stool out for me and kisses my neck.   “You really do look beautiful tonight, Abigail,” he says.
    I begin to blush as I give him a small smile.   I don’t want to say something that makes me look idiotic or causes me to end up rambling like a buffoon.
    “Bon Appétit, babe,” he whispers as he takes his seat next to me.
    We both eat while making casual small talk.  I’m so over the moon for him that I can’t even look him in the eyes without those pesky butterflies acting up in the pit of my belly.  As soon as we finish I instinctively grab the plates and make my way to his kitchen sink.  He follows behind me and takes my hand.
    “Leave those, Abigail.  I will take care of them later.  Right now, I just want to be with you,” he says with a half-smile creeping along his face.   He grabs my waist and pulls me to him.  He leans down and kisses my lips, softly, as his hands move up to my face.  He breaks the kiss to look me in the eyes.  Oh, his eyes are the most intriguing hazel that I have ever seen.  The color seems to dance in the candle light.   “Abigail, you have no idea what you do to me, do you?”
    I shake my head.   I have no clue what I do to him and I have no idea how I go about doing whatever it is that I do to him.  I do, however, know what he does to me.  And frankly, I love what he does to me.
    “Baby, there’s not a moment in the day that I don’t think of you.  It’s only been a week and I feel for you what I’ve never felt for anyone else.”
    I stare at him.  I’m bewildered by his statement.  He feels about me the way I feel about him.  “Abigail, I’m falling in love with you,” he whispers as his lips touch mine.
    I run my fingers through his hair as he kisses my lips.  A small groan leaves his mouth and he pulls me closer and kisses me deeper.  His hands leave my waist and begin to move up my rib cage.  Oh no!  I’m not prepared for this.
    I break the kiss and take a step back.  I look down at the ground and intertwine my fingers.  Tommy gently places his hand over mine and, with his free hand, cups my chin to make me look at him.
    “I’m sorry, Abigail.  I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable,” he says, his eyes full of worry and concern.
    “You didn’t make me feel uncomfortable.  It’s just….” I don’t know how to finish the sentence.
    “Abigail, you can tell me anything.  I have to know what you are thinking, angel.”
    “It’s just, I’m still a virgin,” I whisper and my eyes stray back to my hands.  I feel like I’m about ready to cry.  Why couldn’t I just go with the flow?  Why did I have to act like I don’t know what I’m doing?
    He grabs my chin so I’m, again, looking up at him.  “Abigail, we will take this as fast or as slow as you like.  I’m in no hurry.  I just enjoy being with you.  I love feeling your body close to mine.”
    “Tommy, I want to make love to you tonight.  I have thought about you and us all week, but I’m scared.”
    “Don’t worry, baby.  I love you.  You don’t need to be scared.”   He places his lips against mine and, the next thing I know, I’m in his arms and he’s carrying me to his bedroom, the door closing behind him.

Chapter Three
    It’s late on Sunday morning when my eyes flutter open.  I awaken in my bed.  Last night seems like such a long time ago.  So much has happened.  Tommy, being the romantic that he is, made love to me and made