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doing?”
    “Nothing, just relaxing in bed.”
    “Hmm, I can’t help but imagine that in my head.” He paused for a moment and sharply exhaled.”I’m sorry, that was inappropriate.”
    “No its okay,” I whispered.
    “Are you still nervous with me, Catalina?” He sounded curious yet concerned.
    “A little bit.” I admitted. The man exuded masculinity, dominance, and a lot of sexual energy. It was hard not to be nervous.
    “There is nothing to be nervous about, trust me . Like I said before, I’m gentle and I won’t bite. Though there are times I can be a little less gentle.” He said sensually. He paused for a second letting his words sink in. A desire awakened in me and only he seemed to unleash it.
    We got into easy conversations about our upbringing and our high school days. Many funny and embarrassing stories were told as well as future goals and ambitions. It felt like I could talk to him about everything and anything.
    At around four in the morning sleepiness crept up on me when I let out a yawn.
    “Sweetheart you sound tired. I’ve kept you up too long,” he said.
    “I’ve enjoyed talking to you so much I lost track of the time. I’m tired but I don’t want to stop talking to you.” 
    “I know. But you need to get some sleep.”
    “Alright.” I pouted.
    “Don’t worry this is not goodbye just goodnight. I’ll see you in my dreams, sweetheart,” he said seductively. 
    “I wonder what kind of dreams they will be, naughty or nice? ”
    He let out a barely auditable moan before saying, “Get some sleep. Good night Catalina.”
    “Good night Damien.” We both stayed on the line; not wanting to hang up.
    “Hang up,” he demanded.
    “I don’t want to stop hearing your voice.” I felt comfort with him and I didn’t want that to end.
    “Me either, but you need to get some sleep sweetheart. Now hang up Catalina.”
    I groaned, “Okay fine.” I blew a kiss in the phone and hung up. I drifted off to sleep with Damien on my mind.
     
     
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    After my first date with Damien things just got better and better. He had characteristics in him that I thought no longer existed in men. He took me out every Friday night to explore so many different types of cuisines in the perfect private settings. We would always meet each other a few blocks away from my house, as I was still not ready to tell my father about us. But I knew I would have no choice because things were starting to get serious between Damien and I.
    One night we decided to take a walk in the park. As we sat down on a bench, enjoying the city lights, and night breeze; he put his arm around my shoulder bringing me closer to him.
    “What are you thinking about?” I asked.
    “ The first time I asked you out. I must confess I was a little skeptical about asking you.”
    “Oh, why? Were you afraid I was stuck-up ?” I asked jokingly.
    “No, I was more afraid yo u would you turn me down. I knew how reserved you were and that you really didn’t give any guy the time of day. But I’m glad you didn’t say no, Catalina.” I always loved how he said my name. It made me feel like I was his and his alone. His hand caressed my cheek as we gazed into each other’s eyes. In Damien’s eyes I saw sincerity, kindness, passion, and often times concern; but I wasn’t sure why.
    “What’s wrong?” He asked.
    “Nothing.” I didn’t want to tell him that the way h e said my name effected me. It was already hard enough for me to control myself around him. I tried to look away from his intense gaze but he put my face in his hands to keep me still. “Talk to me Catalina.” His voice was so gentle; I knew he was probably as gentle when making love.
    “I’m trying to control myself when I’m with you Damien but its hard; especially when you say my name like that.”
    He looked at me bemused. “What do you mean? How do I