_____Your chances at reconciliation are slipping away fast. You choose your next words carefully. "Remember the first time we went to the Jesse's Wharf? You were snuggled warm in my arms while we watched the moonlight dance on the water. That's what I think of when I think of us." Donna lips almost relax into a smile. Sensing victory, you hand her the necklace. "The thought of someone else holding you, being with you, drives me crazy."
_____Donna nods understandingly. "Thank you. Please, close the door behind you."
_____"What?"
_____"Did you think I've been sitting by the phone just waiting for the chance to get you in between my legs again?"
_____"Wait a minute. I didn't want it to end this way."
_____Donna begins straightening up. "Yeah? Well it's not all about you and what you want."
_____You barely step out on the porch when you hear the door slam behind you. Yep, you can cross Donna off that "potential booty" list. It was supposed to be so easy. A little conversation, a little wine, a little innocent flirtation--all leading up to . . . but maybe you didn't know her as well as you thought.
_____In any case, right now sex is the furthest thing from your mind. You start up the car and decide to head for home. There is a pint of butterscotch ice cream waiting for you there.
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