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I stood on the landing, looking at the “C” in brass on the door for a few moments. I hadn’t had anywhere near as much bourbon as Shania had, but felt my head swimming. This was not a good situation, I thought. Still, maybe she’d go inside, fall into bed and go to sleep. That way I’d be spared any further emotional havoc this particular day. As I moved away from her door I shook my head to clear it. This had all been a bit much. As I reached the landing to my own place I decided I might as well go get the replacement bottle. I had no intention of calling Shania once I returned to the apartment. Everything that had happened that day had been visceral and put my life into turmoil. I needed some time to sort things out. I was hoping she would simply sleep off her considerable buzz and allow me to re-evaluate the situation. I was not, I told myself as I walked toward the package store, in love with her. Concerned? Certainly. Attracted? Without a doubt. Yet I was, at heart, a realist. I also had to recognize that in her current state of emotional turmoil, Shania was likely to grasp at various straws in an attempt to keep herself afloat in the maelstrom that had assaulted her personal life. The fact that she had misinterpreted my concern for her as a romantic attraction was evidence enough of that. Tucking the brown bag under my arm, I noted I had not changed out of my suit and tie. That would be among my highest priorities upon returning to my apartment. My normal attire of slacks and Polo shirts would be much more comfortable as I attempted to ruminate through the morass my own personal life had become. That kiss, though, I thought. It had nearly taken the top of my head off. It wasn’t that it was violent or Göztepe escort forceful. It certainly was intense, though. And, I thought, running finger lightly across my lips, damned nice. I could get used to that. But, no, I said, smiling and shaking my head. Down that path was desolation. I was sure of it. Considering the age difference and the likelihood that her assets would attract the attention of many a suitor much more physically robust than myself, I shook my head one more time to clear out the thoughts of what discomfort lay at the end of that road as she left me for one with more appeal. That was quick, I thought, realizing I had arrived at my door. I unlocked it and went straight to the cabinet, replacing the bourbon amongst the several bottle of other hootch I kept for emergencies. I strode into bedroom to change. “Hey!” I heard the call from the living room. Damned if she hadn’t barged in. “How did you get in?” I called out to her. “You left the door unlocked. What are you doing?” “Changing.” “Please don’t,” she said. Her voice sounded normal as she stood in the bedroom door. I was glad I’d merely removed my jacket, tie and shirt. I still had the modesty of my trousers. “Suits aren’t me.” “Please don’t change, though,” she said, grinning. “I like you as you are.” “Can I put on a Polo and some slacks?” “Silly. I meant I don’t want you to change from being who you are.” “Oh,” I replied. “Sorry. Dense.” She looked radiant, in a yellow sundress with a yellow and white headband in her hair and white sandals on her feet. “You didn’t call,” she accused. “I literally just got back. I was just going to change into something more comfortable.” “Oh, and then you were Caddebostan escort bayan going to call?” I stopped and looked at her. “No. I won’t lie to you. I thought you would go sleep off your buzz.” “Don’t you want to be around me anymore?” “That’s not it, Shania.” I was uneasy about saying her name now. “Just let me change my trousers. I’ll be right out.” “No,” she said stubbornly. “Excuse me?” “I’m staying right here. You’ve got underwear on, don’t you? Just change your pants. I need to be near you.” “You’re pushing the limits, my dear.” “Please,” she said softly. “Let me stay.” I waved my hand and dropped my trousers to the floor. I kicked off one leg at a time. I grabbed the khakis from the doorknob of the closet and stepped into them. I retrieved the dress pants from the floor shook them out and hung them on a suit hanger, placing the jacket over the top. “You’re a neat freak.” “Not really. It just keeps me from having to do massive clean-ups.” I hung the suit over the bar in the closet, crumpled the dress shirt and tossed it into the basket that served as a hamper. I turned and headed toward the door. Shania looked up into my eyes. “I like your bed.” I shook my head. “Not going there.” “One day,” she said. “Then you’ll be mine forever.” I chuckled. “You need to stop talking nonsense. The idea of us becoming a couple is beyond absurd.” “You can tell me that you don’t want me, but everything you’ve done tells another story.” “What have I done, Shania?” I said, somewhat more gruffly than I intended. “I helped you out when you were in trouble. I stood beside you when you were in need. I fed you more booze than I should have. Everything could fall under Escort Bağdat Caddesi the category of a concerned friend.” “You kissed me,” she said softly. “No, darlin’. You kissed me.” “You kissed me back.” “Dear God, Shania,” I sighed. “You’re really being very difficult.” “And you’re being very obtuse, darling Eric.” “Just realistic, dear.” I turned toward the kitchen. “I suppose you want some more of that bourbon?” “Just ginger ale. I took a couple of Tylenol so I wouldn’t have a headache.” “I have ginger ale,” I acknowledged. I moved into the kitchen, found a water glass, plopped a couple of ice cubes in it, took the ginger ale from the refrigerator and poured half a glass. I waited for the bubbles to recede, and then filled the glass. I carried it to her in the living room and handed it to her. Her eyes captured mine. “What?” I asked. She smiled. “You can busy yourself with all the mundane tasks you like. But, when you’re all finished, I’m still going to be here.” “That’s fine,” I said, my exhaustion coming through. “I invited you. I welcome you. You don’t need a reason, and your presence doesn’t make me uncomfortable. “I like being with you. I want to be with you. And I know you want me to be here.” “Are you sober enough to talk about this?” “I think I am. I wasn’t really drunk before, you know. I just had a really good buzz going.” “You said some things while you were buzzing that you’re going to regret tomorrow.” “No I didn’t,” she said flatly. “Shania,” I began. “Velvet,” she interjected. “For the love of God, Shania, would you stop?” Very slowly, her eyes never leaving mine, she shook her head. “You know what I hear every time you say my name?” “I’m afraid to ask.” “I hear, ‘I love you.’ That’s what I hear.” “That just what you want to hear,” I protested. She held her glass in front of her, with only her eyes peeking above as she sipped, and shook her head very slowly again. “Okay, look,” I said, taking a deep breath. “You’re stunning, gorgeous, young, and attractive. I’m drawn to you. Few men wouldn’t be.

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