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He looked at her in a way she didn’t recognize; she had nothing with which to compare it. Finally he spoke, and she recognized his words immediately.

Jared was reciting a poem by Langston Hughes, a poem called “When Sue Wears Red,” and he did it perfectly. He looked at her with all the reverence the great poet had intended, walking around her and taking in every detail of her essence; it was way beyond just her appearance, and she knew it. How he knew a poem by Langston Hughes she didn’t know, but there was something else she knew for sure. When Jared finished the poem their fingers slid together and neither of them said anything for a moment until Alexis broke the silence.

“We’re not going out, are we?”

Jared had pulled her into his arms and was holding her close when he answered. “Probably not.”

She melted against him, her arms going around him trustingly as she tilted her head back to receive his kiss. “What do you want to do?”

He took his time answering because he was engrossed in the feel of her taut, sexy body against his own. “Everything.”