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pensively. She kept drawing soft swirls in the palm of his big hand. Suddenly she remembered a line from “Pretty Woman” and said “if I forget to tell you later, I had a really good time.” And they both started laughing out of control. They laughed until tears ran down their faces holding onto each other. The limo driver thought they had lost their minds back there.
     

It was after midnight, closer to two in the morning actually when they got back to the Hyatt at the airport. They sat quietly at the bar sipping a last glass of wine. They were so comfortable in each other’s company, little needed to be said. Finally Latisse said, “Gonna have to make some travel arrangements in the morning, hope I’m not too hung over. I really should get some sleep.” He said absolutely nothing. Then she blurted out the question that had been hanging with her for most of the night. It just spilled out quietly. “Do you want to come up to my room?”
     
    He shifted a bit in his seat and looked at her directly in her big brown eyes with his own sparkling blue eyes and said “I’ve never been with a woman of color before, have you?” It took a second for the joke to reach her and then they laughed like silly children.
     

“I want to sleep with you more than you can ever know beautiful Latisse. And to be honest, I kinda planned the whole night to end up that way.” Her heart started beating faster. “But now, after spending these wonderful hours with you, I have a confession to make.” “He is gay” she thought for a second but quickly let it pass. “The kiss we shared was like none I’ve ever experienced, it was really different, intense, consuming. It made me think there could be more to this than a one nighter in Dulles airport. I don’t know. But I do know I don’t want to mess it up by rushing you into anything too fast. I want everything to be right, to be correct.” She realized she had been holding her breath. She exhaled and felt a little dizzy.
     

“One of my favorite quotes is from a guy named Benaccio. He said “it is better to do and repent, then forbore and repent.” That is how I live my life. I usually “do,” and then deal with the consequences.” He took a second and stared at her beautiful face. “This time, I think I should wait, and with any luck, any luck at all, I won’t have anything to repent in the end.”
     
    “We’re both tired, and full, and have had enough to drink. We need rest. When I do make love to you, my beautiful Ms. Charles, I want to have all the energy, all time, and all the future to make it incredibly unforgettable. And if our paths don’t cross again, I don’t want to repent giving you a part of me I can never take back.”
     
    She didn’t know what to say. It was possible that was the most awesome thing a man had ever said to her. And she believed him. But she also wanted him, of this much she was sure. All she could do was smile in amazement.
     

“Can you do me a favor?” He asked of her. “Can you postpone changing your flight tomorrow until after I come for you, say about nineish?” We can have breakfast together and make a plan, does that sound all right?”
     
    If it was a brush off, it was the sweetest brush off in history. “Of course,” Latisse answered. “Of course. But just in case,” she hesitated and shyly looked down “one more kiss?”
     
    He took her off the barstool and folded her into his arms. He brushed a small lock of hair from her forehead and held her closely, starring at her face and neck. He started at her neck with a light brush of his pink lips against her caramel brown throat. A few little licks of his tongue sent shivers of anticipation throughout her entire body. He kissed her chin and then her cheeks on both sides. He kissed her nose before enveloping her mouth in hungry abandon, his tongue exploring her tongue, kissing her over and over until she fell limply against him breathless.
     

 
     
    That kiss was