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         Taylor was captivated by the view hidden from with in and those deep eyes, the secrets that clearly were meant to be there, no emotion, just dark sexy, addictive eyes. She imagined like needing another score of Valium his eyes were causing her to feel weird, even strange but were welcomed emotions.
         "Damien." He held out his hand to shake her hand. When Taylor didn't take her eyes away from him as he reached out grasping her hand, placing his to hers, he shook it. "Nice to meet you too." His chuckle brought her back from no man's land. She shook her head wondering what happened to her and just looked down.
         Still holding her hand she noted that his hand was strong, large, with long slender fingers like that of the piano player but cold as if you'd only just come in from the frigid air outside. She returned her gaze to his eyes.
         So many questions.  One, are you real?  Two, do you have a girlfriend slash wife?  Three, do you want one?”  Her inner Goddess began jumping up and down out of pure excitement.
         "What's your name?" And the smile on his lips startled her in the most uncomfortable and definitely unexpected way. As if a gentle, tender surge of electricity shot through her body and ended at her suddenly now awakened vagina.
         Taylor imagined like a dormant volcano lying there silently, waiting for the pressure to build before she began to quake, trimmer, then suddenly and violently shivering with excitement as she howls into the air spilling lava up and over her opening, owning everything in her path showing no mercy.
         Taylor turned her head away quickly, startled by her body's own response and mumbled. "Taylor, m, my name is Taylor."   Holy shit, did I just stutter?  I did.  And I’m blushing, I know because my face is on fire!  Way to go there volcano.  Don’t clear the town before you destroy it.
         “Are you okay?" Taylor didn't like the way Damien was now looking at her. She felt as if he was looking at her like she was going completely crazy.
         "Yep, I'm good." Taylor had to clear voice from the high-pitched squeal that was coming out of it.             
         "You come here often?"
         Wow, what a pick up line, Jesus .  “No I don’t come here often.”  Taylor thought about how many times that line had been used on her, her friends, and of course always in the movies. Hell, Chase had even used that line with her.
         "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to irritate you. Really. It wasn’t in a pickup line, just my way of making conversation. Have a good night."
         "Wait! I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be rude. I just haven't been out in a while and well my mind is elsewhere." Taylor didn't know what made her feel the urge to apologize. Maybe because she didn't like the way it sounded when it she had replayed in her mind. She didn't even know what caused her instant replay to begin with. But she felt as if something was so familiar about him. She wondered if she knew him from somewhere. Maybe she had treated him in the ER before.
         "Let me guess, you're sitting here thinking of your sister? Kids a little? And you'd rather be a home?" Taylor quickly picked up on his confidence as if he knew he was right, but felt the need to double check his thinking with asking it.
         "Exactly. Wow!" He had every right to be that confident because he had hit the nail right on the head. "Now tell me, how did you know all that? You could have gotten that off of anything that I have said thus far or plan on stating in any future conversation we have tonight."
         "Call it a gift. So if you didn't want to come, why are you here?"
         "Because she really needed this. I guess I really need this to, I just don't know how to enjoy it, cut loose, forget and forgive."
         "Forget and forgive who?"
         "Long story, one in which I have no plan on talking about and I really