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give my answer even while knowing it had to be done.
    "That's what I thought," he said at my silence.
    I wanted to say something more, something to ensure the last moments of our magical night wouldn't simply disappear in the dark to be lost forever. Something like, carry me away on the back of your bike and make good on your vow to satisfy my every desire. But I couldn't bring myself to speak those words, so instead I said, reluctantly, the words that would be the beginning of the end of this night.
    "I better go inside."
    "Yeah, I guess you'd better."
    Before I had half turned to go in, Nick left the bike, grabbed my hand, and pulled me back to him. Sliding his arms around my waist, he clutched my body to his one last time. I wrapped my arms around his neck and held him tight, possessing him the way he possessed me.
    "Angel." He whispered my name and buried his head in my neck.
    "Nick," I said with a groan when I felt his teeth nipping my skin, "kiss me again."
    He didn't disappoint me. I hungrily took his feel, his touch, his kisses, and gave back in equal portions, causing the fire still burning inside me to flame. I pressed against his hardness but it only served to swell my hunger rather than calm it.
    Gently, reluctantly, and all too soon he broke the kiss and dipped his forehead to touch with mine. I ran my tongue over my lips, tasting the sweetness of his mouth that still clung to them. His arms released their power hold on me but remained draped loosely around my hips, allowing me free passage whenever I wanted. In silence we stood, glued to each other. Now and then he dropped a kiss on my cheek, the bridge of my nose, my forehead, the corner of my eye, my chin, my lips. And I let him, encouraged him.
    I didn't want to move away from him or from these fresh new feelings that, now awakened, demanded attention – the kind of attention that only he could give. I was completely content, wrapped in our circle of warmth and passion. I knew that what we had shared could not last beyond the moment I left his arms, so I was going to wring out every last bit of pleasure I could.
    "Come with me, Angel," he beckoned again. "You know you want to."
    "Yes, I do want to, more than anything. But I can't."
    He hung his head for a minute then looked up but not directly at me.

    "Alright," he said and slowly removed his arms from around me. I felt the cold immediately rush in around me, though the night air was warm.
    Our eyes met and held. He reached out and ever so lightly stroked a thick strand of my hair between his finger and thumb, brushing the side of my face with his thumb. I grabbed his hand and nuzzled my cheek against it, then pressed a kiss into his palm. It smelled like our sex.
    "See you, Angel." He removed his hand from mine and climbed onto his bike. With a quick touch of his fingers and flick of his wrist, the cycle kicked to life, and he rocked the bike to move up the kickstand.
    At the loud grumble of the bike, the front door opened and my parents, both dressed in their robes and slippers, marched like soldiers out to the end of the driveway where Nick and I had parked. The stretched looks on their faces told me they were not happy; their words confirmed it.
    "Angela, where the hell have you been?"
    "We've been worried to death."
    "Are you OK?"
    "Why didn't you call?"
    The questions came at me so rapid-fire fast I couldn't respond to any of them. Every time I tried, the other parent would fire a new question at me. I shot a "kill me now" glance at Nick, who wore a little grin on his face and seemed to be enjoying the scene.
    "Mom, Dad. Please . . . . one question at a time."
    Dad, ever the aggressive, take-charge lawyer, spoke first. "Sean called us, frantic, saying that you jumped out of the car and ran off, and he hadn't been able to find you."
    Mom, standing slightly behind Dad, arms crossed, chimed in. "What would possess you to do something like that, Angela? We raised you to have better sense."
    I found an open