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I’m so happy you like this.”  My inner child is doing back flips that I did so well.  Usually, I fuck something up and it’s not what I planned in my head. 
    We start our journey down the snow covered roads.  The moonlight is dancing on the freshly fallen flakes and Kylee looks like she’s in Heaven.  Her eyes are wide, a smile where I can see every one of her teeth and her warm delicate hand is holding on to mine, rubbing her thumb across my finger. 
    “Nobody has ever done anything like this for me before,” she whispers, scooting closer to my side and pulling the blanket up over our laps.
    “I’ve never done anything like this for anyone.  Ever. ”  I still can’t believe I actually did this.  There’s just something so genuine about Kylee and I can’t help myself.  I turn into a pre-pubescent teenager when I’m with her.  I just want her to notice me and tell me how happy I make her.  This probably isn’t healthy.  Or maybe it’s love, jackass.
    Kylee puts the mug of hot chocolate to her lips and she pulls it back quickly, almost spilling it all over us.
    “Are you okay?”
    “Yeah, it’s just really hot.”  Her face flushes and she puts her perfectly plump lips to the rim of the cup and begins to blow. 
    The places my mind goes to watching this innocent act would make Jenna Jameson blush.  Imagining those lips wrapped tightly around my cock while she sucks it into her mouth.  Watching her eyes water with the sensation of wanting to gag, but trying to suppress the feeling.  The way the locks of her hair wrap snugly around my fist, encouraging her to take me deeper, until I can feel the back of her throat.
    Deep breath, Roberts.   Think of something else.  The clack of the horses hooves against the concrete, the hangnail on my middle finger, anything, come on, man.
    “So what did you want to be when you were little?” Kylee asks.  Well, that’s a little off the wall, but she wants to talk, which is a huge accomplishment, and exactly where I want this night to go. 
    “It changed a few times.  When I was eight, I wanted to be a cop.  Eleven, a fire fighter and fourteen, a race car driver.  It wasn’t until I was twenty and working at my dad’s firm during the summer that I decided I wanted to work in real estate.  You?”  My mind starts to wander, knowing the exact moment my life’s plan had been revealed.  That summer changed my life forever.
    Kylee laughs and her hair falls in front of her face, creating a curtain to me watching her emotions , and recapturing my attention.  “I wanted to be a model.  My parents always told me how pretty I was and I thought it would be easy to make money and not really have to work at it.  I just hated all the cattiness of the other girls.  Those bitches are rude as shit.”
    “So, why did you choose a degree in marketing?”  Now, I’m really invested.  What would a girl who wanted to be a model be doing in marketing classes?
    “Isn’t that what modeling is?  Marketing yourself?  It seemed like a natural transition and something I could easily do—finding inventive ways to sell a product.  Plus, it sounded really exciting.”
    Is she no longer excited?  If she’s having a hard time finding a job, I would gladly give her one.  We can always use a marketing assistant or something she can use her degree for.  I wish she would dive just a little further , but with us pulling back up to the restaurant where we were picked up, it’s going to have to wait for another time. 
    A sense of peace surrounds me as I sit with Kylee, doing nothing more than spending quality time with her, talking about childhood and friends.  Not that I mind the sex life that Kylee and I have, but it’s nice to have something much more than just sex.  A foundation.  Something to build a relationship on, if she’ll consider that leap.
    We walk around the back of the restaurant, my arm draped over Kylee’s shoulder and her snuggled into my