“Why don’t you just let me try this on for size, see if the fantasy and the feelings fit? Ask me on a date, I’ll go. Just, please, don’t put me on that cross just yet.” He chuckled as if that were exactly the picture he was seeing in his mind. “Fine with me.” He reached out again with a generous, tender hand and pulled me toward him. His warmth was making my crotch tingle, then burst with raw, f*****g energy. “You can come to dinner Saturday night.” He touched my forehead briefly, then Alec pulsed us both to our feet. At the door of the beach house, he drew me close to him once more, in an awkward three-quarter clench, just short of a full-fledged hug, which would have been much too intimate for me to handle. I backed away. Saturday, five days away, I could handle that. *** I got home