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time. I dug my phone out of my purse and dialed the familiar number. It rang twice and he finally answered.
 
    “Hello?” I heard his voice say quietly into the phone.
     
    I was silent, stumbling over the words in my head.
     
    “Hello? Maggie? Is that you?”
     
    “Yes, Lionel, it’s me.” I cleared my throat. “I really just wanted to talk to you… you know, you’ve been ignoring me all week.”
     
    I could hear Lionel sighing into the phone forlornly. “I know. For that, I am sorry. Maggie… are you able to come over to my place tonight?”
     
    “Why? You already did what you wanted with me. You can’t do it again.”
    He grew more concerned.
    “No, no. That’s not what I meant. Come over and talk. I can make us some tea. Just please consider it.”
     
    I realized at that point that I had absolutely nothing to lose. It was worth getting my answers so I could fully move on from him.
     
    “Alright. Give me your address.”
     
    I showed up at Lionel’s beautiful mansion, it was like a home from an old Hollywood film. He greeted me at the door with a hug, and I could smell his familiar cologne. I tried to not let it weaken me.
     
    “It’s nice to see you,” he said.
     
    I pulled away from his hug and we stepped inside his house.
     
    “You could have seen me all week if you wanted to.”
     
    We entered his living room and he poked at a log in his fireplace, hoping to grow the flames.
     
    “I did want to. I wanted to talk in private though.”
     
    I sat down on his couch, staring at him, unsure if it was anger or just normal confusion I was feeling.
     
    “Then why did I have to call you?”
     
    Lionel came and joined me on the couch, taking both of my hands into his. His eyes were tired and pensive.
     
    “Maggie. I’m sorry. I don’t want you to think last week was a lie. Yes, you were my fake girlfriend, but at some point, it all started to feel real to me. I haven’t felt that good since my early twenties. It’s like you freed me in a way.”
     
    “Then you need to tell me right now why you don’t think you can be with me. That’s what you told me before fleeing the hotel without even a goodbye.”
     
    A teakettle screamed from the kitchen. Lionel disappeared and returned with two cups of tea. I sipped it and the spices calmed me. Lionel was fidgeting with his cup, too anxious to drink any.
     
    “I felt guilty,” he said.
     
    “I have never taken anyone’s virginity before. It made me feel horrible that you were so pure and I’ve slept with so many women. I don’t want to be like that anymore, yet I don’t deserve someone like you. But, Maggie, I do think I love you.”
     
    Lionel brought his head to my chest, and I began stroking it delicately as if I was soothing a child who just had a nightmare. He was a puddle in my hands.
     
    “Lionel. I love you, too. I really think I do. Please remember that I was responsible for it that night as well. I wanted it.”
     
    Lionel looked up at me and I got lost in his eyes.
     
    “I can see the honestly in there,” I said.
     
    “But I can only be with you if you promise to be a one-woman man. If so, I can give you forever.”
     
    Lionel put his hands on my cheeks and kissed me. It was ponderous and spectacular. He pushed my back down onto the couch and placed his finger up my dress, gently touching my inner thigh at first, then massaging my flower and caressing my hair with his other hand. I could feel the sensation building.
     
    “Maggie,” he said through deep breaths.
     
    “I’ve never said this to anyone, but I want to marry you. I will be a one-woman man to you. You are so beautiful.”
     
    I lifted my dress over my head and began pulling off his shirt. He continued massaging me till I was dewy, and I fondled the button on his jeans.
     
    “Please make love to me, Lionel,” I said.
     
    I opened the fly of his jeans and he pulled himself out so he was full and primed in my hands.
     
    He brought his head