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                  "You share too, then." I knew it was stupid the moment it came out of my mouth. I didn't want to know. Whatever the       answer       would spoil the illusion I'd built up in my mind and that fantasy could carry me through for months, if not years of solitude. There was no way he was going to shatter it before I even got to use it. For the status quo to remain, he need not know that I was attracted to him. At all. "On second thought, I don't want to know."
                  "No, I think it's only fair. I'll show you mine if you show me yours kind of thing," he wiggled his eyebrows in a mock suggestive way which, any other time, would have been corny and wrong, but in this instance was sexy and I was run through.       He had reeled me in with a disarming charm, the likes of which I’d never encountered.
                  "No, really. I don't want to know. I don't       need        to know."
                  "Fine. But you're still going to tell me."
                  "No."
                  "Yes. Yes you are because you're dying to. I can read it all over your face.” Damn him. How can he read me so well? Though, looking back, it couldn’t have been all that difficult, you know, with the drool pooling and running out of my mouth.
                  The afternoon persisted this way. Every few seconds or so he'd nudge me either with his words or in the arm with his elbow. Sometimes both. When he got more impatient he turned up the heat. He rolled onto his side so his nose was level with my shoulder. I could feel him breathing on my neck and there were goose bumps rising all over my arms. "Get out of my bubble, please."’
                  "C'mon. If you don't answer I'm just going to assume that you're madly in love with me and I'll kiss you right here.” He, ever so gently, touched the tip of his finger to my shoulder and I shuddered. Without looking, I knew he was grinning from ear to ear. My discomfort was palpable and he was exploiting it.       Damn sexy bastard !
    He was inching toward me and in the back of my mind I suspected he would never touch me. Not that I thought he was the perfect gentleman, but I knew I wasn’t really this guy’s type. Still, I really didn't want him to think it was funny, and his breath in my ear was making me feel faint, so I relented.
                  "Fine!" and he rolled back over looking triumphant with that damned smirk.
                  "Okay. Yes. I am attracted. Only on a purely visceral level. But yes."
                  "He was looking so proud of himself that I had to get rid of that smirk and since throttling him and burying him on the beach would be too much trouble, I went for the next best thing.
                  "Your strengths are your weaknesses, though. You're confident to the point of arrogance. You can take charge in a no-nonsense way but you won't take criticism or help. You're smart but you want people to know and so you come off as condescending. You're good looking, but so painfully aware of it that you come off vain, and pretentious. You have nice eyes."
                  The last part tumbled out of my mouth without a thought and I'd hoped he missed it. It was true. They were a pale blue with a ring of dark blue around the outside. I'd never seen eyes that striking before. It struck me that, except for the good looking part, I could've been describing myself and I was horrified but also bemused.       This stranger and I have quite a bit in common.   I was so deep in thought that I almost missed him say: "I like your eyes, too." Almost.      
                  I was suddenly painfully aware of my appearance and I pulled my cover up high over my  concave belly and chicken legs. It was at this point people started to wonder about me. I remembered the