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Adam opened his front door right as I approached it.

"Do you want to come in? Or are you ready?"

"No, I'm ready."

It was an awkward moment and then he leaned in to kiss me. The kiss felt forced. He turned and locked his door.

"You look really good."

I should. I spent an hour getting ready. I was freshly shaved. My body was loofaed. I curled my hair. Even my makeup and complexion were perfect. I actually rubbed my blush off so I would look less like a porcelain doll.

I scrunched my face up. "Is that what you look like? I thought you were hotter..."

Adam laughed and pinched my side. The ice was broken.

He looked at me again. "Nice shoes, ballet slippers?"

"Well, modeled after. These are the expensive leather recreations. I have the real ones at home."

He thought for a second. "You wore them so I would feel tall."

I couldn't hide my smile. "They're my only winter flats. I thought it was a nice gesture! You better be glad I did because I would be bitching if I was walking to the park in three inch heels."

At the park we ended up with the same table we sat at the first time we came. Adam gave up the best seat so I wouldn't have my eyes in the setting sun.

I was relaxed and I was happy that neither of us had to work in the morning. We both had Columbus Day off, which was a pretty unusual day for businesses to grant their employees. I began drinking. I realized after drink five that I should probably quit, but I didn't feel a thing. I also hadn't stood up yet.

I like to think I held my liquor well. I got a bit chatty and opened up to him about my parents.

"I don't know why they got married to be honest."

"Well, it's a good thing they did," and he flashed his knowing look and he didn't have to explain further.

Two more drinks and I talked superficially about other guys I dated, a topic that was previously off limits. I had never mentioned another man before tonight; I could have been a nun for all he knew. Even partially intoxicated, I was still careful not to give too much information. All he knows is that I've dated. A lot.

We paused on our walk back home and stopped and picked up a pint of Ben & Jerry's and we stood over his sink eating the bowls of ice cream. I scooped the rest of mine into his dish and watched horrified as he dumped the uneaten portion in the sink and poured tap water on it.

Adam crossed the room and sat down on his couch and motioned for me to follow. I crashed on the couch and snuggled up against his chest with my nose to his starched buttons.

"Mmm," he groaned. I freaking love that.

I inhaled. I knew that scent, but I had too much alcohol to name it. I buried my face in his chest and he laughed.

"What are you wearing?"

"Armani."

"I knew it! Gio. Aqua di Gio."

"Yup."

I inhaled again. "It's my favorite scent of all time. I can't be trusted around it. It just does things to me."

"I like it too."

"No, I mean I almost got slapped with sexual harassment at a job because a guy sat down next to me wearing it and I kept invading his personal space so I could smell him. Another time I found myself following some stranger in the mall just to smell him. I wasn't even aware I had fully turned around to follow him for several minutes. It just drives me crazy."

So maybe I was a little drunker than I thought. I can't believe I just admitted that out loud to another soul.

Adam began to kiss me. And like I told him, I can't control myself around that scent. I took it as a sign from above that it was okay for me to get booty that night. Well that and the seven liquor drinks wore down all my inhibitions. I learned that after he had me screaming like a porn star to only realize he left his windows open.

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