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"Easy for you to say. You haven't hit the down hill side of middle age yet."
I felt him stand up behind me and then he was lifting me up as well. He turned me around so that I was now looking at his chest. There was no moon shining in the sky. Dead Drunk Mature The security light that normally shined outside my patio was burned out and I made a mental note to call the management company about it in the morning. Only the pool lights and a few tiki torches that a few residents used to illuminate their balconies and patios kept away the darkness. Bryan's rugged handsomeness, so prevalent in daylight, was even more pronounced in the shadows.
"I don't think this is really about age. Dead Drunk Mature I think you're just afraid."
I instantly bristled. "Afraid? Of what?"
"Of letting your hair down and just feeling free to be yourself," he whispered intensely in my ear.
The way my heart was beating certainly reinforced the idea that I was frightened but not for the reason he said. At that moment I was very intimidated by him. Dead Drunk Mature The shy, quiet and friendly neighbor disappeared and was replaced by this supremely self confident and insistent young man.
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