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voice was low almost like he didn’t want anyone to hear us.
    “Well I’m Greek, so I had to go there as often as possible and since the other countries were right there, it was easy to just fly there and visit.” He smiled again and stared at me like he was piecing me together for the first time.
    “Paris?” He asked.
    “When I got older and started to make my own money, I traveled to Paris for a week, and the year before that I went to Thailand and now I’m planning to go to Japan. But that trip is kind of tricky. I want to be there for the cherry blossoms, but they bloom at different times in the year, so you can’t be too exact on the time.”
    Why am I saying this to him? He just stood there, with his arms crossed making his biceps protrude through his grey blazer. I could see the nice shape of his shoulders and the simple cuts of his arms. Hello?! Maintenance, there’s a wet spot in the ancient exhibit room.
    “You like to travel?” He breathed, I smiled lost in his eyes.
    “Correction, I like to live.” Once I said it I regretted it. I started to bite the inside of my lower lip and I could swear I saw him looking at me doing it.
    “Could you stop?” He asked his voice was low and serious. I raised an eyebrow at him. “Stop what?” I asked. He uncrossed his arms and pointed to my lips.
    “Biting your lower lip.” I licked my lips and stopped biting them. Well I tried anyhow, I heard him suck air in as he closed his eyes.
    He let out a hard breath and slowly opened his eyes.
    “Tell me about the exhibit here.” He put his hands in the front pockets of his jeans and followed me around the exhibit.
    I explained how the Greeks used imagery to convey a story and a political stance. I just kept talking, taken in by all that I loved. Not everyone asked me about what I studied and those who have just ignored what I’d say and just quoted some history channels which were wrong most of the time. So I kind of relished in the idea that a super hot gorgeous made me wet in my panties kind of a guy, took some kind of interest.
    I didn’t notice until I reached the end of the exhibit that I had been talking the whole time. I bit the inner part of my lip again, trying to stop the words from coming out.
    “Stop that!” He ordered.
    I laughed nervously. “Sorry I let myself go crazy in there.” I pointed to the room behind us. “Well at least you know what everything here is about.”
    He leaned against the door frame that was leading us out. He crossed his arms, holding onto his large biceps.
    “Not everything.” He stood peering down at me. Were we still talking about the exhibit?
    He broke the silence “Did you go yet?” His finger peeled itself from his large arm and pointed to the large canvas that had the Dali exhibit dates on it.
    “No, I was going to go after I walked around here.” I pointed to the room behind us. I suddenly got really nervous.
    “Well let’s go together then.” He said not waiting for my response but rather began to walk ahead of me.
    I stood pinned to the ground, don’t over think this. You’re reading this wrong, he probably doesn’t want to go alone and just wants company. He stopped where he was and looked behind to find me where he had left me. He huffed shaking his head and began to walk back.
    “Are you coming?” He asked and I nodded nervously. He reached for my hand and grabbed it. The heat from him was immense. He took my hand like it was so natural so real, I could feel the tenderness of his touch, it overwhelmed me. I yanked my hand from him and took two steps ahead of him.
    “There’s a shortcut through here to get to the main exhibit floor.” I nudged my head to where the escalators where and began walking towards them.
    He stood right in front of me. We where now eye level since he was one step lower on the escalator. His intense gaze was still on me. Oh Jesus, I wasn’t going to survive this Dali exhibit if he kept looking at me like that.

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