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"Well, I'm looking forward to it," I said, eager to change the subject. "When do you think we should go?"

"That’s a good question. Let's see..." Hugo mused, pulling out his phone to check his calendar. "How about next month? That should give us enough time to prepare everything."

"Next month sounds perfect," I agreed, already mentally packing my bags. As we continued discussing our plans, I found myself increasingly excited about the opportunities that lay ahead. Yes, Hugo had resources I didn't have, but I also realized that I had something valuable to offer him: someone to talk to, to open up to. Maybe, even what you could call a family.

Far too soon, it was time to leave. I wanted to stay in this cozy restaurant surrounded by warm candlelight for the rest of my life. Nothing good could come of walking out the restaurant doors. The only thing it would do would tear me away from Hugo’s soul-melting eyes.

It didn’t take a psychic to let me know that this was going to end in heartbreak – for me, anyway. Because, already lost in the vibrations of Hugo’s baritone voice, I was a goner for him.

I was completely screwed.

And still… When Hugo stood up and offered me his hand, I gladly took it and walked with him into the night, my heart telling me that everything was going to be alright.

Chapter 6

Hugo

The evening air was cool but humid. I put my arm around Simone's waist to guide her to the car I had called to take Simone home. A faint hint of salty air swirled around us as I felt a shiver move through her body.

"Are you cold?" I asked.

"Uh, no. I'm fine, thanks." It felt natural to touch her and hold her close to me, but maybe it wasn't that natural to her yet. Having her so close to me allowed me to breathe in her floral scent and the clean smell of her hair. I have to admit that it was causing some tightening in my pants that I couldn't seem to control.

No matter how we were both feeling, we chattered easily in the car. There was so much to talk about, so much to get to know about her since we had now agreed to move forward with the plan. The lights of the city blurred quickly by as the carmade its way to Seth and Simone's condo. Somehow, this felt comfortable, and I was enjoying the evening, almost wishing it wouldn't end.

It wasn't hard to appreciate Simone's beauty. She had that girl-next-door beauty, like she didn't realize how beautiful she really was. Her dark dress was hugging her curves in exactly the right places, giving me a hint of her full cleavage and her hips that seemed perfectly created. She kept herself in shape, and I admired how she was able to fit everything into her busy work life. She was never overdone with makeup and she really didn't need any. Whatever she did, perfectly enhanced her beauty. Thank god she didn't wear thick false eyelashes. I've seen that a lot with the clients at the practice and can't say I completely understood it. I loved a woman who was comfortable with her natural beauty and Simone definitely fit that bill.

The car pulled up in front of the condo. Simone looked over to me, her eyes glistening in the dark. "Would you like to come up?"

"I'd love to."

As she locked the door behind us, I started to hang up my jacket on the familiar hooks behind the door. Despite feeling comfortable here, I realized I hadn't been here for a long time, not since Simone moved in. Seth had been working so hard on a case lately that we hadn't hung out in a long time.

“This place looks a little different since you moved in,” I said as we walked down the corridor toward the kitchen. "It has a certain charm to it now."

“It was definitely a bachelor pad before. I’ve put a lot of effort into making it feel a little cozier and more welcoming.” She dropped her keys in the dish on the entry table, being a few steps behind me.

“Seth doesn’t seem like he would be too interested in interior design.” I laughed, thinking of the improbably picture of Seth choosing curtain colors to match with the cushions.

I felt Simone squeeze past me, and there was something about her body brushing mine that drove me a little crazy.

"Would you like something to drink?" she offered. She sounded so calm, I'm not sure whether she was feeling the same electricity that I felt sparking between us.

"That sounds great, thank you," I answered, as natural as I could.

She walked into the kitchen, and I couldn't help but have my gaze linger on her as she poured us each a glass of wine. I leaned casually against the living room doorway. She couldn't look more amazing.

"Here you go," she said, handing me a glass. She glanced at me and maybe there was something in my glance, because her eyes immediately went to the floor and her cheeks blushed just a little. Our fingers brushed again, and this time, neither of us pulled away immediately. The heat between us was undeniable.

I cleared my throat in an effort to get the man downstairs in my pants to stand down. “So, where is Seth this evening? Working still?”

She shook her head and took a deep drink of her wine. Now her blush was completely noticeable.

“He had a rare evening off, so he’s visiting Mom. Neither of us has been getting down to her house nearly often enough, so he’s taking her to dinner, staying over, and spending some quality time. So, it’s just me here tonight. Or, us, I guess.”

Oh god. My heart started racing. Alone? We were alone? After a night like this, my hormones were raging, as if I was a teenage boy again. Simone started chatting about her mom and honestly, I could barely comprehend what she was saying because I was doing all I could to look like none of this was taking over my body. A heat was rising and I wasn't sure I could keep myself at bay.

I decided to find a place to sit, to hide the tenting that was happening in my pants. I cleared my throat and wandered to the couch. She followed me there and settled in next to me. She kicked off her heels and easily tucked her feet under her, her dress sliding up her luscious thighs, revealing enough skin to rock my world. I needed to calm the situation down, or I was going to self-implode. Think, think, and with the right head, I internally coached myself.

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