"You were teasing me."

"I was giving you a dose of your own medicine."

I laugh and lay my head next to his.My body bounces as he flexes his six-pack abs to blow a puff of air out of his mouth.My hair flies up with it.When it lands, he does it again.

He tells me, talking fast as it flies up before it lands."I love your hair, Siri, but it's so thick."He blows again."I can't breathe when it lays over my nostrils."

I giggle and pick my head up.I rub my nose back and forth over his, kissing him Eskimo style while my eyes shine into his.He grins."Your nose is getting cold."

Just then, we hear a horn outside in the street under the building."That would be Angelo.We better get dressed."

"I'm not bashful."

He rolls his eyes and pecks my lips."Hurry up now.If the stairs don't give him a heart attack, seeing you naked definitely might."

Sitting up, I offer my hand, and we pull each other up.He steps to his pile of clothes and begins to dress while I retrieve my bra, look half heartily for my panties, then finish getting dressed without finding them.I'm smelling the flowers when they appear over my shoulders.Smiling, I ask, "Since we are finished shopping, do you still require I wear them?"

"Yes."

I pout but take them."This dance studio is perfect!Just perfect!"I tell him as I bend over at the waist and step into them."I'll come down here and work out while you go to your office."I pull them up and see he is holding my coat for me.I walk over and stick my arms in.Pulling my hair out, I turn to him."I have a lot to do!I need to work on my Happy routine, and I must get back in shape."

He looks at me like I've lost my mind.

"You do realize I was planning on returning to Vegas this week when someone showed up in my life and changed my plans."

"Yes, I realize that."

"Then why the 'you're crazy' look."

"You aren't in shape now?"He asks as he opens the door, and I pass through.

"Not in shape for a Vegas dancer that performs six, sometimes seven, nights a week.You have to be in extreme shape to dance that much."

"So you are still planning on dancing six, sometimes seven, nights a week when we return?"He says as he steps out onto the landing."I thought you were an exercise freak."

"The kind of exercise I did in the apartment isn't the same thing as cardio dancing."He turns to me, head down.He looks like a little boy.I walk over and dip my head to peer up into his face."Are you pouting?"I ask in disbelief.

"Maybe."He pooches his lips out.

I put my arms around his neck and pull him down to my lips.I tell him as I lay mine there."Three months is a long time to be away from the spotlight.I might not even have a career to return to."

He puts his arms around me, cups my ass, and picks me up.I wrap my legs around him."Yes, you will.You and I both know that isn't going to be an issue.You are wicked good.But 4 or 5 nights sounds more reasonable to me.I want to have you all to myself sometime."

"Hmm.When you put it that way."

"Want to unwrap the door before we go?"

"Fuck yeah!"I giggle and let go.He stands back as I rip the paper off!"Oh, My Fucking Golden God!WOW!It's absofuckinglutely beautiful!"The stained glass is a golden-haired dancer hugging a stripper pole on a pair of ballet slippers.The perimeter trim is little blue hearts.

I touch the slippers.He comes up behind me and slips his arms around me."I knew you studied ballet."

"How?"

"Your body movements when you dance give you away.Remember, my grandmother was a ballerina."

I twirl around to look at him.His eyes are soft and kind.

"You are the sweetest, most thoughtful man I have ever met, Sugar Bare."