Page 27 of Night Fever

Everyone’s missing something, and when you meet that person who fills in some of what you’re missing, you justknow.

And while nothing can ever be perfect, sometimes things are pretty damnclose.

If I could do it all over again, I’d have brought her back to my place after buying her a drink and taking her out to dance that first night we met. I’d have taken her the same way I did, but I would have learned her namefirst.

I would have told her my name too, so she’d know who she belongedto.

But the way it all happened? In a way it was perfect, because it brought ustogether.

But it’s really something bigger that brought us together - because she would have walked into my studio either way, I would have taught her a move or two either way, and we would have fallen in love eitherway.

“What could you get used to,” I ask, intertwining my fingers with hers as I watch thefire.

“Leaning against you,” she says sleepily, “sharing a bed with you. Waking up withyou.”

“Get used to it, baby,” I say, kissing her head, “be mywife.”

I feel her breath shudder and release against mybody.

“I could get used to that,” she says, and I can feel her body melt againstmine.

“You’re going to have to,” I say, “because now that I have you, I’m not letting yougo.”

She turns and I capture her lips with mine, crushing our mouths together in a kiss that makes me feel swept away by thesea.

And she pulls away from me slightly, smiling at me as I gaze into her eyes - at the girl who stole theocean.

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