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to respond, he continued.
    “On the inside, she needs to be kind, forgiving, understanding, and appreciative of art, music, enjoy eating hot dogs as much as sushi, like riding on the back of a motorcycle, and be willing to be tattooed. As far as I’m concerned, there are only two types of people on this earth: those who are tattooed and those who aren’t; and I don’t trust anyone who doesn’t have a tattoo. I’d say that’s about it,” he said flatly.
    “Wow. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you just described me,” I said jokingly.
    “I did,” he responded.
    My mouth immediately went dry, my body began to tingle, and I felt like I was a little girl again.
    As I turned my head to the side and gazed in his direction, he stopped the tattoo machine and grinned.
    His eyes were hazel. I hadn’t been able to identify the color before, but they were every bit as green as they were brown. As I gazed into his eyes, I felt my heart began to swell with something comparable to pride. I wasn’t really prepared for the feeling I felt, and although I had every intention of getting to know more about Blake, I wasn’t necessarily ready to have an actual feeling of attraction in the sense I was feeling it. Slightly confused, but pleased with what I was feeling nonetheless, I gazed into his eyes and imagined him kissing me softly.
    And for that moment, as he sat and silently returned my gaze, I felt as if we had been pulled a little closer to each other.
    Yet.
    I wanted more.

 
     
     
     
     
     
     
     
    BLAKE
    Not only had I been making every effort to avoid women I found attractive or tempting, if for some reason I encountered one, it seemed I had been running the other direction. Since I decided they were as much as a problem to me as crack cocaine, I felt it my duty to separate myself from them as quickly as possible. Riley, however, caused me to lower my fists and slowly but curiously walk in her direction.
    I had no idea how to pinpoint what it was about her that allowed me to place her in a different category altogether, but it really didn’t matter. For whatever reason, my mind decided she was safe for me. Any other woman with her looks, personality, and sense of right and wrong would have long since had my cock between her legs and my hand on the back of her head after the second tattoo. She, on the other hand, seemed to be protected from my sexual advances.
    After considerable thought, I decided she had to be special in ways and manners that I wasn’t even able to see or even identify. The fact she could share time and space with me, and I wasn’t attempting to move forward sexually proved to me she was truly deserving of whatever I was able to offer her beyond sex. In my opinion, she was entitled to learn things about me that no other woman had, and I was eager to share myself with her.
    Slowly, but without much real resistance, Tyler was beginning to understand my placement of Riley.
    “So, you’re trying to tell me you don’t even want to fuck her?” he asked.
    “You’re so fucking stubborn sometimes. I’m not trying to tell you anything. I’ve told you. Over and fucking over, Dude. No, I don’t want to fuck her. I mean I think about it, and yeah, I’d like to fuck her, but not like fuck her fuck her. Maybe one day, but not now. You know, if we ended up in a real relationship, yeah. But not now, no. Make sense?” I asked.
    “Makes sense, just hard to believe,” he responded.
    I continued to separate my needles by size, placing them in their respective compartments as I did inventory. After a moment of thinking, I continued speaking to him over my shoulder.
    “You know, I think sometimes life, like, puts shit in front of us that we can use to make progress toward a personal perceived perfection as long as we’re smart enough to recognize it as being what it is,” I said.
    “What in the holy fucking hell did that mean? That sounded like some fucking twelve step triple ‘p’ horseshit