I make my way over to the bar, smiling at the bartender. I’m driving so one glass of wine is my limit. “Make sure you get yourself something too.” “I’ll get you another beer,” I tell Annette as I get up. Yet, here, I feel like I need to do something, like I’m the one who’s responsible for his ass. Not that he seemed overly vulnerable when I saw him naked, actually it was more like he was owning the moment. Probably because this stranger has made his second appearance in my life and once again it’s in a state of vulnerability. I should probably stay in my seat but something is compelling me to check out this situation a little closer. She’s someone I went to school with, two years younger, and though I don’t really know her she’s looking at me pleadingly, like she needs help. “You’d think a man of his size, and I mean his height, get your mind out of the gutter, would be able to handle his liquor a little better,” Annette comments and as she does so, my eyes drift up to meet the bartender’s. Well, actually they’re pretty good since Tehachapi doesn’t have a thriving nightlife scene. What the hell is going on? What are the odds that I’d see him here, tonight? I’ve seen him naked, I can recognize him clothed. I look back at the guy passed out at the bar and this time it’s all clicking into place. “I didn’t say it was magic, just that it was large.” I roll my eyes and lower my voice, my body somehow lowering against the table as I speak. I stare at her with my mouth agape, noting the look of suspicion on her face.
He’s a big guy, a guy that’s not from here, well over six feet tall and… Only the nape of his tanned neck exposed along with his shiny, golden-brown hair, his face buried by his arms. There’s something about this man’s shape, maybe even his vibe, that calls out to me.
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