date - the lingering hug, the smell of his skin, the tender good-bye. Our date was perfect! Why didn't he kiss me?!?!
The Magician's restraint had absolved me of my own and now this liberated temptress would show him a little magic herself. When he called to schedule a second date, I suggested
The Magician lived on the first floor of a classic graystone in Palmer Square. The apartment itself was a vintage gentleman's bachelor pad; dark woods, imported leathers, and dark fabrics dominated the space.
We caught up over cocktails in the living room. The Magician opened the windows, allowing the breeze to bring in all the sweet scents of summer. We ate dinner by candlelight while Billie Holiday, Sarah Vaughan, and Frank Sinatra serenaded us. After dinner, we cuddled on the couch under a throw blanket, watching the trees sway romantically in the park across the street. Once again, I felt like the most beautiful woman in the world.
I turned to face The Magician. His twinkling eyes met mine. I leaned in and gave him a soft, sweet kiss. It was infinitely better than anything I had ever imagined. We made love on the couch with the sweet summer breeze blowing in through the stained glass windows and Billie's melancholic song ringing in the distance.
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